Trestles, Niddy-Noddys and VAT

At first I didn’t even notice Ruth. The fairly worn looking sixty-something, wore a holey nondescript baggy grey jumper covered with bits of fluff and snips. She busied herself arranging the trestle tables and registration desk and seemed welcoming if a little flustered. In the light of what I saw later that day, she had …

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