It’s best part of twenty-five years
since our kitchen was last refurbished, and then my new-retired husband did it.
(while I went out to work). This week two men, plus plasterer and electrician,
have got on with it with far greater efficiency, while I am marooned upstairs. So,
no excuse not to read and fully ponder on this week’s entries.
No easier to place one, however
slightly, above the rest and I’m relieved that you recognise the difficulty.
This week David’s ‘The Last Noel?’
rose to the top of the pile – tight writing and a heart-rending tale.
Words for next week: satchel
liberty scrub
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