Peaceful morning at my wonderful Haven, trying out watercolours [Not another handicraft project, surely?], fantasising about swimming, eventually, or even putting my face under the water with a snorkel on, that would do. Back to the chemist for another humungus bag of seaweed dressing for Nursey. How does all this stuff fit inside me, exactly? And before you know it, the sun's gone. .
Winter - and I never got the bulbs in. Never mind. Perhaps in windowboxes, like last year, so that spring arrives with a feast of daffodils.
Winter - and I never got the bulbs in. Never mind. Perhaps in windowboxes, like last year, so that spring arrives with a feast of daffodils.
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Will they never stop talking about that R Brand/J Ross storm/teacup/boring now.
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To Oxford, for Little B's birthday party tomorrow. Maybe more fairy cakes if time/energy allow. Maybe entire evening will be spent on the sofa, chucking logs at the fire. Looking very likely. Yes.
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