15 April 2012
Chapter Eight.
Great, now I'd lost my keys. "Look i cant find them now but I'm sure that they'll turn up along with yours and the torch. here pass me you hand." I studied it for a moment it still needed something to cover it. I looked around. Perfect, I grabbed the old tea towel and attempted to tear a strip off, Scott chuckled at my failure and then passed me the scissors. I tied the strip around his hand. "Ouch, i have feeling you know" "sorry but it needs to be tight."
After we finished up in the kitchen we had a food break. Then headed towards the dining room to start work.
"God Xena you need to stop dragging your feet, its a terrible habit!" Scott joked "What you on about i don't drag my feet!" "Yeahh you do, look" He pointed to the floor. Sure enough there was a trail that looked like someone had been dragging there feet. "Scott that wasn't me... My feet aren't that small..." Scotts face turned pale. "There not mine either..."
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