The secret stitch in time was fund oot!
The shepherd on a farm I worked on was from Harbottle and he had married a lass whose fathor was a pitman from Seaton Sluice. One day they were going to see the family for the day and I was left with the firm instructions – "Nuw divn't let that collie pup in the hoose or it'll chow something up."
Later in the day I was washing my car and I had left the door into the kitchen open. The pup was playing around beside me and I suddenly noticed a feather on his nose. I looked around the corner and there was this cushion off the chair facing the door in the kitchen in pieces. I quickly gathered it up and phoned my mother who I knew was coming up to see me in the afternoon. I asked her to bring a needle and white thread.
She duly arrived and went to work on the cushion and we placed it carefully back on the chair. Actually it was not a major restoration as only the hem stitches on the opening side of the cover opening had been broken. Mother made what I thought was a perfect job.
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