Doesn't seem five minutes since I was getting up and now it's nearly the middle of the afternoon.
The girls have just gone for a runabout at the dog park (with Charles) and we've just been treated to the high-pitched pre-walk conversation they have between themselves whenever the word "walk" is mentioned. It's the only time they do it and it makes them sound a bit like Little Weed on speed - or how I imagine she would sound anyway.
When they get back we're supposed to be getting into the garden, although I have to confess I don't know if I can really be bothered right now.
Wish it would warm up a bit. It was lovely earlier today, but now feels really chilly. Not at all enticing in terms of getting outside.

Little Weed on speed????? Goodness me that's another indelible image. I can see the amphetamine parched petals as another childhood friend bites the garden dust
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