WillyFredwas in perky mood as I rose at seven. He ran around me in circles several times and then pissed on my naked feet – twice. Clearly, I am a valued member of WillyFred’s gang.
The pigeons from outside our bedroom window were in fierce dispute. Actually, fighting in the yard.
A MinxCall from Terminal Five just after eight, en route to France and her business meetings there. While we were speaking, a knock at the back door: Mr. Cheese the Constructionist arrived and attended to several good and useful items around the home and garden I…
Morning reading I…
… and to e-flurrying.
13.15 Stuff. Paper. Cheques. Shopping.
18.23 Fresh carrots for WilyFred pulled from our garden. He appreciates home-grown produce as much as we do.
A call from the Minx, at the Napoleon Glacerie in Menton, during a break between meetings.
E-flurrying, data transfer, more practicing ahead.
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