Black lettering reading no big deal in a typewriter style font on the sole of a foot, shown in two photographs.

No big deal quote on the sole of a foot

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Two photographs show the same black tattoo of the words no big deal. across the sole of a foot, set in a typewriter style font with even spacing. The ink is solid black with clean, crisp edges, and the skin around it appears lightly flushed. The top photo is framed slightly differently from the bottom one, which shows the text lower in the frame and at a slightly different angle.

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The telegram came over on the last ferry, typed on the post office's old Imperial with the e gone soft and the ribbon nearly spent: SUGAR WET STOP BISHOP THURSDAY STOP. You read it twice at the counter while Mrs Pollock watched over her spectacles, waiting to see how you would take it.

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"The whole wedding order is ruined," you said, and she gave you the look she kept for tourists who asked about the timetable in August. Her husband had run the island's only shop for forty years and had a saying for every calamity, usually delivered while he was already reaching for the kettle. Mrs Pollock had none of his patience, only the machine, and she pulled a clean sheet from the drawer and rolled it in with a practised twist.

She typed for a long time without looking at the keys. When she handed the card across, it read no big deal. in neat black capitals that had clearly been struck harder than they needed to be. "The sugar can be dried on the harbour wall," she said. "The bishop has eaten worse at his sister's."

On Thursday the bishop arrived in a borrowed van, the sacks lined along the quay like sandbags, the air smelling faintly of burnt caramel. He stopped at the card pinned to the nearest sack, read it, and laughed so loudly that the gulls lifted off the wall. You never found out whether he meant it kindly, but the sugar was in the cake by evening, and Mrs Pollock kept the card in her drawer for the next bad telegram.

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