Giles Wood stretches in the elastic lockdown summertime
The onset of British summertime always sparks confusion in our cottage – aka the grottage – not least because each battery-driven clock from Poundland already shows a rival time to that indicated by its counterparts in the 11 other (lavatory-sized) rooms. Mary originally panic-bought the clock mountain, including one with a three-foot diameter to go on an exterior wall, to put an end to my explaining that I had not done certain things because I had had no idea how late it was. However, their works always seem to grind to a halt shortly after she has installed a new battery. ...
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