7 thoughts on “A Most Important Job

    1. My renter, who moved in last week, is having a plumbing emergency. We keep thinking it’s fixed. And it would be fixed, except for a strange situation this time that may require Harry Potter and the rest of the gang to fix it. Not the worst thing that can happen, but inconvenient. The good news is that I got a lot of work done making notes on the famous novel, which I now think I might pull off, while waiting. And I found a camera-shy woodpecker hammering away at the very dead sycamore tree in the front yard. And I had an excuse to run through Lockhart and pick up some barbecue and sausage for dinner.

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    1. I wouldn’t do that if I were you, but if you could convince your husband to take a course, or perhaps when Felix gets a bit older . . . Because I’m absolutely certain that only men have the ability to be plumbers, women being the weak, mousy little things we are . . .

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