A cat called Frog, Chapter Four and Final
We're all going there together, David, all the way
Over dinner, I was asked what I intended to do about a bigger house and I replied that, in all honesty, I didn't have a clue. "What about the old mill, darling?" Karen's father looked up and smiled, "Perfect." "We own an old flour mill just outside the village. It hasn't been a working mill for over fifty years, so it's fair to say it needs some work." "How much?" I asked. "I think you should look at it first. Actually, t...