As I write this, the sun is streaming in through the open window, birds are singing, Monty and Archie are snoozing on the grass, the washing is fluttering on the line and I’m still wearing sleeveless blouses. continue reading
As I write this, the sun is streaming in through the open window, birds are singing, Monty and Archie are snoozing on the grass, the washing is fluttering on the line and I’m still wearing sleeveless blouses. continue reading