Friday, 20 August 2010
Bit of this
Warm air blowing in through the windows makes the curtains dance, ruffles my hair and makes me wonder why I don't fling the window wide more often.
Whippet and black cat have been de fleaed , but they seemed to have jumped ship and landed on me. I find the large tin with a yellow lid and take action.
She rings me up and tries to prod me into entering the village produce show. Oh dear I have missed the entry date. I feel absolved.
Bit of that