Aunty Em agreed with her niece; Fridays were indeed difficult and blasted bobbins running out were a pain in the neck.
“Is it time to start a new thread, dearest Jane?” she asked, “you may be right you know. This one has run its course.”
The two of them nodded sagely. From outside the house, though a rustling was heard.
The FFC friends stood at the door. “We have more threads for you,” they told the twosome. “Can we carry on?”
“Is it time to start a new thread, dearest Jane?” she asked, “you may be right you know. This one has run its course.”
The two of them nodded sagely. From outside the house, though a rustling was heard.
The FFC friends stood at the door. “We have more threads for you,” they told the twosome. “Can we carry on?”
