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Monday, 26 February 2018

The sun...

put in an appearance, 



the snow with bully boots kicked it away. Gulls swirl in the snow like fat flakes, the odd crow an exclamation mark!







Hibernate, hibernate, hibernate!
In a cold house chilling by the minute, we sit in bed looking out.

The plumber has got the part for the boiler, he says he will be here today?

Like the princess and the pea, with crumbs in the bed I sit and patiently wait...


STOP PRESS...


She’s only gone and gorn 
 in...




if you look carefully you will see her.





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