The rhythm of the week has
developed a small but significant element that on a Wednesday fills the lacuna between
returning the minibus to school at four-thirty and getting my lift home at five;
the half hour is just sufficient time to pop into the village pub and enjoy
half a pint of Hobgoblin ale, a packet of flame grilled steak crisps, and read a
chapter or so on the Kindle.
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