It is silver-grey and rather threadbare these days, but she is rather attached to it and likes to bury her hands in it whilst out and about on unseasonably cold days like today.
Lost in the vicinity of Bumpstead Road, Haverhill, presumably when her invalid carriage bounced on one of those appalling potholes of which Mother has perhaps the largest I have ever seen right outside of her house. I hope our new member, Mr Timothy, is going to have something done about mother's massive hole. His predecessor, the appalling Mr Hancock never did do anything about the spate of fornication in the street outside Great Aunt Harriet's place on the other side of town. |  |
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