Early morning, early summer, the sun rises over the village on a perfect Englishday. Bobby opens up the garage while up the road Miss Bloomfield in the Post Office drinks her first tea of the day, dusts the shelves in the tiny lean-to shop, polishes the jars of jelly babies and dolly mixtures, farthing a bag, bull’s-eyes, 1/2d. a half-a-dozen.…
alysonJanuary 25, 2019
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