It turned into a reasonable afternoon and I have again been down the garden to see if I can get some more damsons from the tree that overhangs the brook. Without putting myself in mortal danger, I don't think I can get any more, but I did get another pound which will make me another batch of damson yoghurt. Still picking twigs out of my hair. I also proved conclusively that I can't hear my oven timer at the end of the garden - result : a somewhat over-baked sponge. 
LAST TWO LETTERS GAME 13 (Following game 12)
After 10 years of estrangement I was invited into my son's house.




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