Remembering.

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I dreaded looking after the Tortoise , the week that Kate and her family were all on holiday.  I know nothing about tortoises, and we have never stayed at her house before.  We visit often but it is not like staying and being in charge  We are used to our old-fashioned house where nothing changes much.  Except of course that things fall to pieces on a regular basis and then we usually ring somebody up, some one used to us and our vagaries and they come round and suck their teeth and either fix it or condemn it, what ever it is!

Her house too has its foibles,  though I have never had to bother about them before.  The strangely peculiar plumbing, which I hasten to add, they inherited with the house.  Modern but not totally functional, mostly something rather weird about the toilet cisterns, each one different and each awkward…

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