Bill rolled his eyes. "How many times, Fleur? It was only practical. I only had the one shirt and I had to take it off to clean it occasionally. Anyway, I'm used to working like that. We never had much in the way of clothing at Northumberland, even in winter." He frowned. He didn't like to think about the bleakness of those eight years, but sometimes the memories came unbidden. But he did like the way she said our hut. He missed it sometimes as well, silly as that was. It was a shame they'd had to burn it down, but then, now the whole place was gone, wasn't it?