Addiction to Worthers Originals keep me panting up the hill, after the yellow ruck sack. I feel like the proverbial donkey after the carrot. Oh the disappointment he has ones with soft centers. YUK. A consolation prize is required in the form of coffee and dunked mars bar. YUM.
Mistletoe hangs like large Christmas baubles prettying up a solitary tree.
Someone has painted every brick on the front of the house cardinal red. Instantly bringing memories of a small piece of floor, mother on her hands and knees applying red polish. Strange no one else ever has a splash of red on their floor.
Bit of that
Enjoy the music if nothing else.
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