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Home Comforts

Sharon, widowed mum, working from home, craving silence. Adam, ill-disciplined teenager, home schooling, creating chaos.

“You’re father’s old shed is your new classroom.”

She packed him off to the end of the garden: laptop, study notes, litre of Cola and the biscuit barrel.

The shed proved to be a Tardis transporting Adam to a land of memories. His father’s old flying jacket smelling of tobacco, a leather pilot’s helmet and, hidden away, a stack of vintage Playboy magazines. He was perusing one when he was startled by a voice outside: “Luv? Can I get you anything?” “Muuuum!” he yelled, “I’m working.”



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