Quire: 1. 25 sheets of paper; one twentieth of a ream. 2. Four sheets of paper folded to form eight leaves, as in medieval manuscripts.
Before we get onto the story, just wanted to ask how's everyone doing? Can't believe there are only ten days to go. At this point, I don't have any pre-written stories left. At five this morning, I had nothing for Q, and I was surprised that the dictionary section was quite small and I knew most of the words. I think this story shows that I need more sleep.
Also, this week we are putting our house on the market, and we have been carrying out renovations and doing viewings, so I'm sorry I haven't been round to as many blogs as usual. Hopefully this will get a bit better.
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Friar Jacob had the most boring job, folding sheets to form a quire, then taking them to Friar Dominic who did the exciting bit of writing all those words and doing those fancy-schmancy pictures.
He folded with mathematical precision and looked across the garden at Dominic’s open window. He was sick of walking all the way around.
Maybe if he folded here… and just here…
He didn’t know why, or how, but he’d ended up with a pointy object with wings. He drew his arm back and sent it flying. It landed on Dominic’s desk.
That was much more fun.