I think I can hear footsteps approaching so I peer expectantly down each corridor but nobody comes. I step through into the domed room with its fly’s eye roof the pride and joy of New Eltham.īack then I called it the Temple of Questionable Taste. One Flaming June berry, one burnt brûlée berry.’Īnd I know Delia heard, because she blushed and hastened her efforts with the handwashing. One beautiful and silly, one strange and ugly. I did love the heated towel rails though.Īnd there we were, drying our hands and prettying ourselves, when we heard Virginia say to someone or other ‘ Yes, and I’ve just seen the Charbury Sisters arrive.
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