THE BARN DOOR
Jul 09, 2020
2 minutes
It’s eight in the morning on Fathers’ Day. Normally I celebrate this important date in the retailers’ religious calendar in the proper way – lounging in bed while my children try to tempt me with a selection of either carbonised or dangerously undercooked foodstuffs.
Not this year though. For 2020 is a year like no other. This damp Sunday morning
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