when the washing's on the line,
the plants are getting on doing gardeny stuff like almost blooming,
the cats are mooching around,
and I can have my coffee outside on a picnic blanket and practice my crochet.
Look at that sky! How un-East-Kilbridean! I dismantled and disposed of the kids' garden swing which was badly rusted and had a torn seat, so I have a better view from the bench now. I really need to repaint the playhouse at some point.
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