Thanks to the gentlest yoga class for ladies of my ilk, I slept exceptionally well last night, felt that worrying about anything at all was quite preposterously inappropriate, and floated around all evening, mellow as anything. Heard 5 men in a taxi singing 'On the fifth day of Christmas...five go-o0-ld rings..' on my way home - first of the season, if marginally premature.
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Woke, late, to sunshine, feeling ready to take on the world. But will settle for collecting the car from garage and picking up some food.
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My Mills & Boon moment lasted almost to bedtime, very relaxing, knowing the ending before you even begin. Plenty of Regency derring-do, and barely a love rival. Delightful.
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