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Word from WormingfordTHE last fairweather visitors gone, it suddenly occurred to me to change the books in the guestroom, no more than this. |
DiaryTO IPSWICH, or should I say Ufford Park, on the outskirts of Woodbridge, where rail connections are not as frequent as the London tube. |
Out of the questionClerical earnings |
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Cookery: A festive fish dishI’M DREAMING of a white Christmas . . . before Advent has even begun. But I have been mulling over menus for the day, and thought — white fish! |
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