FrenchFlakes

Marcelle had never been as one might say a bright star.  Not that there is anything visibly wrong with her – she is charming, has a radiant smile and a kind word for everyone.  Now in her forties, everyone in the village knows and likes her and she knows and likes everyone in the village. [...]

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Her name was Edna but the children called her Nettles.  Summer was her favourite season when she would serve a favoured guest tiny alpine strawberries on buttery shortbread, freshly made toast with tarty gooseberry jam and juicy raspberries with cream and homemade meringues on dainty plates with silver forks, and tea from a prettily decorated, [...]

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