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Thursday, 1 February 2018

A flavour of...

my day...
Wednesday
early morning yoga
home via the artisan baker
loft sorting
my work room is slowly coming together
rib eye steak for early supper
off to play pétanque an hour’s drive away
a cold, cold bright clear night with a magical moon 
we won our four games
a happy team
the last game we played was with a woman clothed in fur
‘I will look out for you tomorrow night on Winterwatch!’
I said as victorious we drove away!


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