Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to
say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They
were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything
strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such
nonsense.
Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which
made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck,
although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs Dursley was
thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck,
which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning
over garden fences, spying on the neighbours. The Dursleys had a
small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer
boy anywhere.
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→ от о9.о7. главной новостью сегодняшнего дня, естественно, можно считать наше официальное открытие! да-да-да, дорогие друзья, мы врываемся в мир ролевых проектов и просим вас сфокусировать ваше внимание на нас. надеемся, на скорейшее ваше появление.
→ в туманном альбионе сейчас, как и всегда, идут проливные дожди. предлагаем вас запастись зонтиками и дождевиками, чтобы не промокнуть до нитки. ветер дует, благо, слабо, но это не мешает жителям лондона сокрушаться и грустить. солнца почти не видно, а температура воздуха составляет 20-25 градусов выше ноля.