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I've been asked to proofread a short, fact-based article about two local cheesemakers because neither of them can read it with going into a frothing rage. Why? Because their families had bad blood from the dissolution of their partnership.
In 1948.
In 1948.
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Date: 2004-08-14 12:41 pm (UTC)Then, we learn, there's cheese.
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Date: 2004-08-14 07:08 pm (UTC)I realise that the answer may be very complicated, so don't feel obliged to answer - but heck I dinnae need write that, but now I have, so there.
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Date: 2004-08-14 02:57 pm (UTC)My ma once droned on re how unpleasant the father of an ex-school pal of mine was - with a painfully detailed story of his rudeness when working behind the Post Office counter, as if it had happened a coupla weeks previous. I asked, amazed: 'But, hasn't he retired by now?'. She replied, as if stating the obvious: 'Oh, that was twenty years ago'.
I grew up in North West Wales.
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Date: 2004-08-14 05:55 pm (UTC)But geez - 1948? What can you do to cheese that can make someone hate you for half a century?
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Date: 2004-08-16 08:12 am (UTC)ew
Date: 2004-08-16 05:54 pm (UTC)Re: ew
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