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Writer. Relatively chirpy. Stockwell Park Orchestra series, and sometimes poetry.
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Excellent!
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Such a beautiful cat.
(and is that Joan Armatrading I hear?)
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PERSON 2: What if ... I say the word "turd" after "bird"? And "word"?? To make sure I'm...
PERSON 1: don't
PERSON 2: ... heard?
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It is magic.
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This made me do a snort. I really hope they climbed a couple of them in front of the altar to make their vows.
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I am, of course, imagining them sitting down to breakfast together on those massive high chairs.
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Linconshire angle for you there. Christian was probably an out of towner.
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oh very nice
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YESSSSSS
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well I didn't attempt them today. I could be sensible about this.
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Weeds are the BEST. My patch is loosely "managed" but mainly exists for a bee and butterfly buffet. (sorry about unintentional alliteration there)
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I bet you look superb. When I finally get this writing retreat kind of thing up and running, I can market it by bigging up the constant cool burn water running past and fresh breezes BUT ALSO south facing sunshine. No fans required.
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Correct.
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I know I was lucky to be able to relocate, but my god I'm so much more comfortable here.
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oh my godddd he is glorious
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Ah yes, I've just seen the 'not before 5.35' timing.
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He would sing you a soothing song about it.
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You may! So do I. It's being very goodnatured about being stuffed too full of my things.
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My desk inside will be repurposed into the single general tabletop. I'll keep it clear enough to do some work on it though! (famous last etc)
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They have offered to help with heavy stuff. I could take them up on it. MAYBE
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If I can make it down the wiggly woodland path with that bench on its end on my trolley, I have a fighting chance with my raised planters. Maybe
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Don't give up. (That sounds incredibly patronising. I can't think of a way of saying it that doesn't. Maybe I'm in the wrong job...)
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Extraordinary story. Except, as she says, it's so horribly normal. What a fantastic woman.
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oh god just popped in and seen this too (he's probably away dunking his hand in an ice bath)
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No wine tonight. I don't know what's come over me.
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oh Abbie
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It WAS. They ARE. You know it.
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What a superb woman she was. Fabulous.
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Don't worry - I'd gone right off him soon afterwards when he started being a bit of an arse.
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It's horrifying.
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I had hundreds of tadpoles in my pond. Now a fair few froglets, and a load of fat waterboatmen and newts. red in tooth and flipper etc
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They can live in the pond, surely? (and *have* you loved them? Have you?)
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I've never tried from seed. Little plants don't cost that much tho? And once you've got one going, they'll send out suckers to give you more every year.