I had a disaster in my greenhouse. A stone flicked up when I was mowing and shattered a pane. R said "Don't worry, I'll sort it". And he did.
The avacado I had for my lunch was just ripe. Another day and it would have taken on that blackish look which means that you've left it too late.
After a few days of not feeling quite right, I feel much more like myself today. I am brimming with plans for the week; I want to make soup, make cakes, do the curtains for the playhouse, crack on with my next essay, sow more stuff in the garden and weed the hedge......
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