Gran would be grumpy if she’d lost it.
No doubt it wasn’t happy about my big toe cramping its style so it took revenge…
“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…
“I’ve got a full house or you’d have the spare room.”
Her room was one floor up, the noise scrambling her search for calm.
He was quite handsome brute.