In the STARS
Just my luck. The clouds shift and the sky turns distinctly grey. I hastily grab the wet washing back off the line.
‘Darned British weather can’t make up its mind!’ I grumble as a droplet of cold rain hits my skin.
‘Glad to see I’m not the only one who does that.’
Startled, I turn to see my new neighbour busily sorting through a pile of miscellaneous junk in his back garden.
‘You don’t have a washing
