If Joe's car hadn't broken down on a slip road in Chadderton we wouldn't have found ourselves, after sorting him out, doing our weekend shopping at the Chadderton Morrisons and we wouldn't have run into a painter and decorator we know but had lost contact with and asked him to give us a quote on all the little jobs we've just decided we want to have done.
Sometimes life is as neat as a novel.
But Who's The Author?
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