Winter

The blue sky shines down on the sparkling earth. Patches of white scattered around. Breath pluming into the air.

Meanwhile, I’m stuck inside as Louise has the ‘tidy and clean and throw out and I’ve-had-enough’ bug. Still at least it will give us plenty of stuff to sell at the first car-boot sale of the year.

Oops, I’m being summoned.

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