Sunday 13th April
The webbing creaks as I stretch it over the base of the chair, I squash the loose springs down with my elbow as I pull it taut. I kneel on the floor, bending over the old chair and fire in a few staples to hold the webbing in place, the compressor roaring next to me.
Towards the end of last season the chair in the Honey Suite bathroom …
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