Golly. I don’t know what to do with myself....
My best friend is gone and his mum went with him. Of course, I had to de-lint her black coat and cut the pockets open for her, but she’s a good heart.
I really hope they like The Springs. I’ll be picking them up on Sunday evening.
My parents used to visit Colorado every couple of years, before Dad’s cousin who lived there died.
I’d like to have a nap with Wednesday (who is here griping at my knee), but it’s 37 and rainy and all the kids are hanging around going, “Can I ... can I ... can I ...”