A hot POTATO
“The woods are very quiet at this time of year, and for a few minutes Mr D and I trudged along in companionable silence.
We probably weren’t as socially distanced as we might have been, even as a household bubble, but if we walk more than 3ft apart, then Mr Dear bellows all our private business in a voice so loud that it can probably be heard in the town hall, even in rooms where noisy vacuum cleaners are operating.
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