Friday 26 February 2010

Not the egg and washing dancing

The joy on discovering what I just seen my spainel run into his kennel with in his mouth was not the newly lain egg I had just placed on the table, but a plastic yellow lemon my son had dropped. This can be washed and returned. The egg is needed for a neighbours weekly order.

The wind contines to be my friend today. I have cheated the rain clouds so far and have done 2 loads of washing just for the sheer heaven of hanging it outside on the line so that I can see it dance and smell the freshness next time I wear some of it.

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