A large twig dropped by a jackdaw thats been hanging out with it's gang by the church, falls.
Out early exercising whippet, I come across a mum exercising her small daughter up and down the road, encouraging her to push wooden truck filled with bricks. She is still in her P.J.s and gives me a wobbly wave as she clings on.
I open the door and see my beautiful vase of daffs reflected in the oval frame of a beat up mirror, that I have just recycled from the tip.
Bit of this
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