I am on an island that is beautiful and so are its visitors. There are people here who are extremely good at wearing clothes, and then there’s me, and a friend of mine, though she has gone back now, who describe ourselves as The Paddington Potatoes.
We are the ones never chosen for the netball team, the ones who know exactly when to say that’s enough but…
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