Spring's fer Livin'

Travellin's a fine way to live, but sleepin rough in a rainy, raw Spring makes a bloke appreciate a bed an a fire. Thanks to a few o yeh, what've opened yer doors to Muggins here when he was wet an miserable. (Yeh know who yeh are.) Warms the heart--and other bits--when people're decent like that.

Keep an eye out fer me and me mates. Springtime's a good season fer pedlars. Remember, we bring yeh items yeh can't conveniently buy down the high street--know what I mean? Items that might cause questions if'n yeh asked fer 'em. But items everyone needs now an then, just the same.

Fer cleanin things, an clearin rubbish, an riddin yerselves o nuisances, yeah?

Oh, an keep sendin yer owls. They find me sooner or later along the way. Like this one from Nils in Down Ampney:

Wagstaff -

I've been waiting for years for my aunt to die. Nice house, fair few galleons coming my way when she does. I hate to see her suffer, so is there any way to encourage things along?

That's right thoughtful of you, Nils, not wantin her to linger an suffer. An yeh've come to the right man fer an answer, yeh have, cause what yer wantin is somefin quick an easy an no questions comin along behind, yeah? I mean ter say, yeh could take her down St Bungle's, but once a person goes in the doors there, there's no tellin how long they might be, innit? Yer wantin somefin quiet and private, right there at home.

What yeh need is Milch o' Malecho. Small flask should serve yeh, an any pedlar worth 'is pack can help yeh to it. If yeh can't find one, send yer bird back here wiv a galleon, an I'll see yeh get it.