The smell of shavings

I just couldn’t sleep. I crept down the stairs and pushed open the lounge door an inch. It was warm and inviting with the burbling drone of a television set and chatter from my grandparents. I walked in and told them that I couldn’t sleep, my grandad asked with distain whether I wanted him to rock the floor for me.


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