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On
Monday I got a call from the day centre to say Ferretfingers had torn a hole in
his trousers so big he needed a new pair.
So
I drove over with two (one to wear and one to store).
I
was told he'd had a nice morning cooking
"He likes cooking, he makes
really good pastry, nice and light".
And
I heard myself saying
"Well his grandma made really nice pastry too."
As
she would have said
"Runs in the family like a wooden leg."
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