The
thing about being on an island with a small population is the closed camaraderie.
I heard a voice and parted the laundry on the clothes line to see someone standing near the garden fence.
“Do you have an onion to spare?”
“Wait… let me see” as I left the other basket of unhung laundry and skipped into the kitchen.
So I didn’t have an onion but he was happy to leave with 2 shallots instead.
I heard a voice and parted the laundry on the clothes line to see someone standing near the garden fence.
“Do you have an onion to spare?”
“Wait… let me see” as I left the other basket of unhung laundry and skipped into the kitchen.
So I didn’t have an onion but he was happy to leave with 2 shallots instead.
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