This is
Henry Fawcett Dodds again. It’s only thanks to my son Henry Junior that I’m
able to do this blogging. I know about it of course but had no idea what you
did. However, being twelve years old it’s a doddle for him. I just hope he
isn’t pulling my leg and this really is reaching somebody. Well, I went to see
Mummy with bouquet, hat in hand, etc. Picked up some eclairs along the way. Her
favourite. Giving up my usual Sunday afternoon snooze on the sofa watching
rubbish TV was a big wrench but there you go. It’s important we sell this book
as the proceeds are needed to fix the drains. And that can’t come a moment too
soon as the gardens, café and visitor centre at The Towers have just opened and
the situation could be decidedly dodgy if Health and Safety come sniffing
round.
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