I’m writing this on the sofa, on a Sunday afternoon. I’ve got a mug of tea – currently too hot to drink – and we’ve just been for an approximately 3 minute long trip to the recycling bank at the end of the road. It’s really, really lovely out there right now, the type of charming spring early evening that seems to hold a lot of promise. I will say that perhaps that promise might have… Continue reading Gosh, we simply must catch up on all of the nothing I’ve been doing
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