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‘Stop peering’. I was thus addressed by my dear wife one Sunday lunchtime as I scrutinised the plated-up Sunday roast.  She followed this up with a threat, and a gesture with the loaded plate,‘You’ll get this over you in a minute.  Stop peering, I say’.Of course, I backed off immediately and gazed innocently out of theContinue reading “Blog 137. Mudlarks”