“I really wasn’t fussed about playing this, to be honest.”
This patchwork has some splashes of mud, feathers, grass, ferns, rips and tides, grits and biscuits, and a corny finish.
At last. It’s just you and me, Rose.
Drum roll please…(if you read Patchwork #24, you will know what this is about…)
Four days? He said it was a small craft…
No noise, apart from the usual rowdy hum of the household and the occasional chicken squawk.
I thought you were happy here by the sea.
I slipped out the front door, and picked up my pace.
Nessie swam out deep every day of the year…
“Yes, good point. We don’t want trouble.”