I narrate my repairs, fully aware I am losing my audience. I don’t care: I have them captiveOn Friday afternoon my wife finds me in the kitchen, staring blankly at some post.“I wish you’d put up my picture,” she says. Her office has just been painted, and a very heavy picture needs re-hanging. Continue reading…
Source : theguardian.com
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