Scorpions in Sheppey
Greetings,
It’s windy. The tail end of the most recent storm, the name of which I have forgotten, is ruffling the leaves of the palm tree next to my window. It’s a noisy sort of wind, gusting, blowing and whining along the street and around the terraced houses. And I’m finally sitting down to write this, which I’ve been wanting to do since Thursday. Last…
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