Every bin has a liner they say. In Alice’s case, much of the rubbish in Gran’s attic was binned. Her expectations were low when she came across a canteen of very tarnished cutlery. She searched the drawers for a suitable cleaner but found nothing appropriate.
-Where there’s a will…. there’s an estranged relative crawling from the woodwork, thought Alice, left with the task of emptying a house she would never own.
She found only some old condiments in the larder and used that to clean.
They revealed a silver hallmark.
Where there’s muck there’s Branston’s, she thought.
-Where there’s a will…. there’s an estranged relative crawling from the woodwork, thought Alice, left with the task of emptying a house she would never own.
She found only some old condiments in the larder and used that to clean.
They revealed a silver hallmark.
Where there’s muck there’s Branston’s, she thought.
