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Monthly Archives: March 2014
You Hated Waste: a Blog for Mothering Sunday
A few years before you died, my sister spent part of a summer holiday clearing out the family “rag cupboard”. At least, I think that’s what it was called. Bits of old sheets; face clothes too worn to be displayed, … Continue reading
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