At her mother’s heavy sigh Jemima scowled, “Seriously Dad was going batter, look at all this junk, this is going to take ages.”
“Darling, he was a bit eccentric, but he did no harm.”
“Didn’t do me any good either, look you and Jemmy can stay, I’m going home to Mum, she needs me.”
As her mother’s high heels headed briskly to the door Jemima suppressed a smile.
“You can come out of hiding now.”
Scampering into the study, she gazed at the collection of stamps, “Ok, Jemima we both know what your grandfather intended, your treasure hunt begins now.”
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nicely done
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Thanks 🙂
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Great ending ! Treasure hunt spot on 👍
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Thanks 🙂
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Intriguing story Deb.
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The only thing I could think of was one of those stamps might be valuable 🙂
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Yes, I used to dream of finding a rare stamp.
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That could easily be the beginning or the end of a good novel…
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Don’t go there, I’ve got two in progress at the moment. I spent 12 hours editing on the weekend
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Got to play dumb to throw other people off the scent.
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True 😁
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“Going batter”? What a great phrase.
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😁
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