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the jackanory
drove back to farm in torrential rain and howling gales.
passed several vintage 'cars' heading the other way on their london to brighton 'race'.
people completely soaked and cold, but stylish-ish.
then lit the log fire and hid from the day.
this is the val doonigan scene where i read books to maximum before his bedtimes.
and where we've just finished a game of 'sorry': the 1930's(?) board game that used to belong to my grandad.
note wheelie bin of kindling in the corner which is not amusing mrs.perou currently.