Milly Molly Mandy, Thomas the Tank Engine and Feilicty Kendal
Hmmmm. I wonder if we have a rat(s) stealing eggs. I've been googling possible solutions.
The nice garden seedlings man was over from Blenheim again today. We bought snow peas, celery and more polyanthus.
Milly Molly Mandy still has some appeal. Though if I read her as often as I read the complete stories of Thomas the Tank Engine, my enthusiasm could fade. The pastoral idyll is not confined to the adult market. I wonder, if The Good Life had been real, what Felicity Kendall would write about her life now? I do feel sure she would have left Tom eventually.
I cut two more pieces of skirt for the Colette Crepe dress. That is because I didn't read the instructions properly the first time. The weather was so sublime today that black and purple seemed rather sombre after all. The weather for wearing a summer dress is now on the horizon.
I have had only three glass of wine in ten days. Eight of those days were alcohol free.
Tomorrow is green prescription exercise class. Apparently I will hurt after this one.
That is it. They are the bits which aren't paid work or normal run of the mill feeding and haranguing of children. Those people who wonder about the perfection of lives on blogs do have an alternative: be bored by how little I have to share.
The nice garden seedlings man was over from Blenheim again today. We bought snow peas, celery and more polyanthus.
Milly Molly Mandy still has some appeal. Though if I read her as often as I read the complete stories of Thomas the Tank Engine, my enthusiasm could fade. The pastoral idyll is not confined to the adult market. I wonder, if The Good Life had been real, what Felicity Kendall would write about her life now? I do feel sure she would have left Tom eventually.
I cut two more pieces of skirt for the Colette Crepe dress. That is because I didn't read the instructions properly the first time. The weather was so sublime today that black and purple seemed rather sombre after all. The weather for wearing a summer dress is now on the horizon.
I have had only three glass of wine in ten days. Eight of those days were alcohol free.
Tomorrow is green prescription exercise class. Apparently I will hurt after this one.
That is it. They are the bits which aren't paid work or normal run of the mill feeding and haranguing of children. Those people who wonder about the perfection of lives on blogs do have an alternative: be bored by how little I have to share.
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