Sweeps clean
My new broom. You may think it an odd thing to be chuffed about, but this sort of broom is hard to find here. They more commonly use push brooms, like shop brooms.
Uncle B calls this a besom. It isn’t exactly — that’s the ‘bundle of twigs’ broom like the witches ride — but he put out his back once, badly, using one of my brooms from the States, so I’ll allow him to call it whatever he likes.
I found this one at an animal feed store. I had a nice chat with the shop girls about how excellent they were for getting into corners and stuff. Horsey girls. You know the type.
It’s amazing he little differences I bump my nose against on the daily. Still a foreigner after all these years.
April 25, 2019 — 9:33 pm
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