Peripheral
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Yesterday there was so much email and I was so busy enjoying myself replying to everyone that I ignored the fact that I was not properly ensconced on my pile of cushions. That's a good word init 'ensconced'? Anyway, I soon found out about what I had done when I went to bed. Twelve hours later and I still cannot function. I am, determined to 'Carry On', sort out one or two good pics for you and join in all the friendly repartee. So, in spite of all the agony, today is going to be a good day. Oh, Mrs Knott is just taking her little dog for a walk. Cute little thing it is. Oh, it has just stopped for a pee. Well, the little devil is peeing on my gate. That's the second time this week it has done that.
"HOY, missus, will you please stop your dog from peeing on my gate."
Oh if only I could get myself unensconced from these cushions I would take Jack round to pee on her gate. Must look for some pics now.
"HOY, missus, will you please stop your dog from peeing on my gate."
Oh if only I could get myself unensconced from these cushions I would take Jack round to pee on her gate. Must look for some pics now.