Lots of cottages around our village are being re-thatched at the moment. Often
on my walks down the lane I see the thatchers out on the roofs, but
yesterday, as I went to visit a nonagenarian
neighbour (sadly rapidly dying of cancer), I saw them on the ground,
stacking up their bundles of fresh straw in preparation for taking them
up the ladders. Soon another cottage's grey, mangy mop will be turned
to gold!
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