And so, for only the 8th working day in the last 82 (I had time, I counted), I do not have a singular medical appointment. Instead I destroyed a copy of Homer H Hickam's 'Rocket Boys' to make a birthday card for my lovely nephew. And now, I needn't do anything else, at all. Bliss. .
KW - your perfectly chosen flora arrived in the same post as this season's Ehrman's catalogue. Will e-mail you.. Love to your very own drama queen.
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E - am taking quick trip to the PO, so if you call & get no answer, will be back soon enough. xx
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