“Move your bum please, Mary. So, I can get in, would you?” This from my dad. “Give me a moment Michael. I’m taking off my boots,” she answered with a little impatience and irritation. “Well then, shut the door, Mary. You are letting all the cold air in. It's not like I can get around your bum, is it? It fills the door.” “Shut yer face,” she replied instantly, accompanied by a punch to his ribs. Dad made a suitable ouch noise to placate his wife but shoved her over the threshold and into the house anyway. The door slammed shut behind him. “Amanda,” I whispered. “Their eyesight is largely based
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They may not see us...LOL fat chance
