and this morning ...
I was glad I'd bottled some of that precious spring water last night because when I awoke, my mouth was as dry as an Arab's sandal. And then I was assaulted by the smell of ripe cheese when I came downstairs to find Mini-B (who hadn't been home for three days!) asleep on the sofa. After I had dispatched him (tsk tsk begone and beshowered), I repaired to a darkened room to watch the tennis.
Quiet please.
2 comments:
I think almost everyone has felt that way sometime in their lives. I know I have. That tender feeling. A moment of silence, if you please. Hope you're feeling better.
Yes I am. Thank you Janet.
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