In a deck chair I sat brushing off webs, dust and ants from ancient wood planes. And afterwards as I stroked the aformentioned planes with my Meths soaked cloth, a nut holding squirrel appeared. "Hello matey" I said. She of course remained silent. It was a lady squirrel I've no doubt, because she was as busy as I was. Only she looked better than I did because her silky silver coat wasn't covered in splinters and her hair, immaculate. I on the other hand, although content, looked like a stable hand.
I loved sitting in my bosse's garden doing a good job, but then he popped back and took me out of the garden and as I made us a cup of tea we spoke about work, love and prescriptions.
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