Twenty years later
Hi, As I write this, I hear the slow turn and slosh of the washing machine. A large coffee cools to my left and I have the morning to myself. Something had nagged at the back of my head as I got up. It wasn’t an appointment, a med collection for the Ever Lovely Mrs J, nor an interview. I checked my phone’s diary – or the Don’t-Forget-This-Important-Thing-O-Matic as I don’t, but probably should call it – no, nothing in there either. Hmm. Nothing’s popping, so I will get on with the usual morning routine of feeding the hounds, taking Child 2.0 to school, a few chores, and remembering to put the bins – Ah. My blogiversary. That was it! […]
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