Wednesday, 8 August 2012

Life is not a bowl of cherries

The washing machine man was coming. Then he wasn't. Then he was. Then he wasn't. I am now hand washing my smalls. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

I recommended a book to someone and they HATED it. I rather liked it. But you know what they say...

I wandered into St Ives central today to take some pics for you, dear blogger. I forgot the camera. I got hot and bothered. I came home.


Olly's potty training coming on.

A reserve put on a beautiful 1950's kitchen cabinet.

The women's hockey was stupendous.



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