By the time we had cossetted one floor Mrs Grindlewood - Gryke's legs were criss - crossed by lines resembling a noughts and crosses grid, and my jeans, saturated with a witch's brew of chemicals, were gathering dust and fluff like a thieving magpie.
By the time we had cossetted one floor Mrs Grindlewood - Gryke's legs were criss - crossed by lines resembling a noughts and crosses grid, and my jeans, saturated with a witch's brew of chemicals, were sweeping up dust and fluff like a thieving magpie.