She was right about the weather, I'd sat at the rickety old table in the garden, reading the Sunday papers and pretending not to look at her as she dug up what potatoes Mr. Patel wanted as well as a few for our own Sunday lunch. It was quite a mixture that she wore for her self imposed task, the tee shirt and skirt from earlier had been matched with my old Wellington boots, complete
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