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She explained that she herself was temperamentally unsuited for housework and always had been.
My sister and I saw first hand how utterly terrible housework was and that it was never ending and tyrannical.
... like always, when you're the lender, you feel selfish asking for the thing back.
This is a village after all, not a town, people notice things.
In theory you could join one of the village clubs or groups. In reality opportunities to join in were fairly limited and depended on already being happily integrated.
"Smell the fresh air". So we did. It didn't smell of anything but no one said so.
Like all people who ask for your favourite or top three things, she was merely waiting to tell me hers.
For a few dreamy days we had no idea of the sadness the little village was going to cause. It was going to stare at us in the Co-op and never want to make friends with us.