This is a picture of me thatching my virtual summer cottage. I spend a lot of time there. I come from a long line of virtual thatchers: my grandma thatched, my mother thatched, my twenty-seven daughters all thatch. (My son works at Tesco.) We are a proud people, prone to melancholy and flatulence, but oh, can we thatch.

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