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The sweet scent of cooked berries hit my nostrils almost as soon as I turned the key in the front door.
My flatmate Kylie had been making jam and the kitchen was in chaos.
‘Lisa! Hi!’ Kylie greeted me before screwing the lid on a jam jar.
‘You’ve been busy,’ I said, hiding my annoyance behind a