Audrey said I hope we don't get any more snow, I got fed up shovelling it. She told me how she'd made a shovel. Her saw was broken she said, so she had to use a bread-knife, to cut a flat piece from the side of a plastic box. She put a hole in it with a hammer and nail, and screwed it to a broom stick. Matter-of-fact-proudly she described how she shaved a little off the bottom of the broom stick to make it smooth underneath and scrape flush with the ground.
Audrey's in her seventies. She gets about indoors with one of those stable three-footed walking sticks and uses an electric scooter when she goes out. 'And I was the only one in my street who cleared the snow.'
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