You are one of a kind. A prolific lady of letters. The post office, numerous banks and anyone to do with that bloody tram were all unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of “one of your letters”.

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You were the only person I knew that never had sliced bread. Always a crusty, white loaf which you cut with an electric bread knife. “How many slices duck? Thick or thin?”

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Summer days

When I look back on the summer of 2018 I imagine it will be with a nostalgic smile. So why am I looking forward to an end to this heatwave?

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