Tom Cox

31 NOTES I HAVE MADE ABOUT MY DAD IN MY NOTEBOOK

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Granny Kettlebridge

“Any gossip, m’dear?” Granny Kettlebridge asks me. What she means by this is “Have you bonked anyone new and interesting lately?” There is a crow at the window and we are in her kitchen, the kitchen that has been her kitchen for 79.8 years and was her own

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A Great School

“I saw a frog!” a girl or boy might say. So that day we would learn about frogs, and draw, or even make, frogs.