The Summer Triangle
Published Tuesday 27 January 2009
Gaby timed her breakfast boiled egg to the aeroplanes flying overhead – one minute, two minutes, three minutes. It was always exactly right, an ochre yolk and a slippery white, free-range level 6 – she wouldn’t buy anything less. She switched on the news out of habit. “The headlines for this Monday morning at seven [...]
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