An offer I can REFUSE

“‘I’m really discovering myself,’ said Mrs Beasley, as we walked through the woods together. ‘I am finally beginning to find out who I really am.’

The dog snorted at this, and frankly I could not have put it better myself.

Mrs B, who is stepping down as the manageress of our small charity shop, seems to have had a complete personality transplant over lockdown. She has taken up painting, and turns out to