Mr F home on three days
leave. Now I see why Mrs F prefers Bill
next door but one. He finished off the
butter so we have to do without until our next lot’s due. And the worst thing is that he insists on
having the radio on the entire time. If
one of us dares to turn it off he just glares and turns it back on again. It’s almost impossible to have a chat while
we sit by the fire and do our knitting.
I don’t want to have to listen to all that news either, I’d rather just
not know. Mrs F is suddenly on
compulsory overtime at work, she’s hardly been in.
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