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The last time I wrote I wrote from a rustic table...
The original rustic table was rescued from a skip on Cowley Rd. Discarded during a house renovation, it is a solid oak, tongue-in-groove pub table with pull out leaves--hard to believe someone would throw it away. It took two trips (four miles all told) to carry it back to the centre of town. Most meals mentioned here were served on it.
The original rustic table was rescued from a skip on Cowley Rd. Discarded during a house renovation, it is a solid oak, tongue-in-groove pub table with pull out leaves--hard to believe someone would throw it away. It took two trips (four miles all told) to carry it back to the centre of town. Most meals mentioned here were served on it.
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