Bloody rain
12pm: Realise it’s not raining, grab dog, cycle to village to buy milk and then around the lanes til the clouds get a little bit too grey. 1.30pm: Home. Lunch. Raining. Dog snoring. 4pm: Dog wakes up. Demands to be …
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12pm: Realise it’s not raining, grab dog, cycle to village to buy milk and then around the lanes til the clouds get a little bit too grey. 1.30pm: Home. Lunch. Raining. Dog snoring. 4pm: Dog wakes up. Demands to be …
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I didn’t post yesterday due to being on a friend’s computer with no access to my own photos, but here I am again. Unlike yesterday, which was warm even as Ally’s three year old son and I were shutting up …
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