How a Kenwood Chef sent me over the edge
The dangers of cosy TV shows
There on the TV screen, the image of a vintage Kenwood mixer squashed the air from my lungs. It was somewhat battered but its midnight blue and white design was instantly recognisable. Before I could catch my breath my eyes were hot and tears were streaming down my face.
You never know when grief will punch you in the gut. That’s what I get for watching The Repair Shop.
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