From Notting Hill With Love...Actually (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
Resisting the sweet trolley when hot chocolate fudge cake is calling out to me in a restaurant: that’s the scale of my usual challenges. Trying to find one old man in a street of houses that seemed to run on for miles—that was something else. It was akin to painting the Forth Road Bridge with your toothbrush, but as embarrassing as finding out you had to do it in your underwear. “Where on earth do we start?” I asked Sean as we stood gazing at the endless row of houses. “By knocking on the first door?” he suggested helpfully. “Should you do one side and I do the other?” I didn’t fancy knocking on anyone’s door, let alone doing it on my own without Sean for backup. “No, let’s do it together.” “Right then, no time like the present.” How could he be so cheerful about this? We’d have chafed knuckles and a repetitive strain injury by the time we’d knocked on all these doors.
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