Apres le parapluie…
Apres le parapluie. Doesn’t make any sense, really, but saying it convinces me I can speak fluently and effortlessly , and it […]
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… it’s a Fish Friday. Not quite, and not just a religion thing, but in common with many older persons, Joan always […]
Round to Joan’s, and admire some of her cards “Thank you”, she asked us to pass on.
The greenhouse has been tidied, the debris cleared out, and it’s seed sowing time. And the Brussels are coming through. Soon to […]
You know what it’s like when you get into bed and the sheets have been aired outside and that lovely fresh smell […]
The sheepses have been in the meadow over winter, and they have grazed it and everything in it to the maximum. Some […]
George has his favourite toy, a lime coloured ball. We’ve tried various colours, but lime is his favourite. It’s supposed to have […]
Done beautifully, like Mother, like daughter… show Sandie a shelf and she’ll fill it! The wall needed something on it to balance […]
… shelve it. Procrastination is the thief of time, so 08.15 on Sunday to Joan’s… to put up her new shelf . […]
We have now fenced off part of the paddock so that the sheep girls, and the donks girls, can run together. There’s […]
Getting older gets to a point when it’s just funny. OK, getting old is not funny, but sometimes, it does just become […]