1 hour ago
The banging on the front door was loud enough to be heard out down the back as Lottie wrestled with the laundry. She shuffled with haste down the main hall wiping soap bubbles off soaked palms and onto her apron.
"Alright, alright. Stop ye bangin'.. I'm nowt on fire," she muttered.
"Alright, alright. Stop ye bangin'.. I'm nowt on fire," she muttered.