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Wednesday, 17 December 2014

Almost Romantic

L’s feeling her finest. Now there's an admission and she’s got a bad knee to add to her woes. This means we have almost the same ailments now, which is almost romantic.

She heads home to bed (allegedly) while I head off to the final dogging session of the year. After which schools out for the festive period.

L is painting when I get back (not in bed) and I am strongly advised not to touch anything. I assume one of the things I'm not to touch is the freshly painted door with is about to get a dog stuck to it. 

(Wednesday 17th December)

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