The other day I was struck with the desire to lie on the mossy bricks in our courtyard and look up at the canopy of fig leaves.
It was a warm day and there was a delicious cool breeze. (I was studiously ignoring the odour de cat piss) For a minute or two I let those feelings drift away. You know the ones...like, gee I should be hanging out the washing..have I filled in all those bloody notices from school..what are we going to have for dinner tonight..I have to put petrol in the car..how will I get Pepper to do her homework..is it Survivor night tonight?
It was lovely.
Then I hung the washing on the line and went to the stupormarket.
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I hate shopping for food - I mean, it is such a WASTE of good time.
*LOve* your garden mirrors. I have a couple in the shed awaiting such a purpose...
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