Years of practising against this wall meant that I ended up hitting the ball into the net rather than above it. This must have been during "the old dears" phase of sculpting the hedge. She is definitely barking mad. I could post pictures of her to prove this but that wouldn't be fair on her.
If you look closely through the door you can see a grandfather clock. It's been there for as long as I can remember. Probably before I was born. The only time it's been moved was when a new carpet was being fitted.
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