The radio is now tethered to it's fancy ariel, I find reasons to stay close. The kettle is scoured as words scatter like shards of glass, disrupting the pain by shifting the focus. For sanity lies in diversion.
The petunia seedling are all pricked out now. I don't have to worry about overcrowding anymore.
I stand and watch a red tin bounce down the road. I love the noise it creates, changing its pace in time to the wind.
Bit of that
It is amazing how many kettles singing videos utube has.
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