The years creak by, one more missed birthday. Sister cooked us tea and made it special. I sat by the fire till midnight clicked through.
Been clearing my inbox today and found some old matter of fact messages - shopping lists, 'spag bol' for tea? And this one.
"As the bright light from the sun shone onto the patterned floor in the
sitting room, there 'dead centre' of the room appeared two nasty
looking patches. Was it a trick of the light, a shadow or something
worse? No, it was nasty smelling OIL - we may have to do something
about replacing the carpet if the marks won't come out - Robert and I
have done our best, we'll just have to wait and see.
PS could you also get some cooked ham for the kids sandwiches."
Message received, understood - and kept. Glass raised.
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