Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
Sunday at home
The peaceful silence as I sit here and type by the french windows, is broken only by the sound of birdsong and the distant voices of children playing in the field beyond the trees. Little Ginger Cat is resting quietly in the shade, just outside the door, the sky is blue, the sun is still shining and all is well.............. Love Sundays in summer.
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Hope you had agood one too, Flighty. I have linked to your Platform 27 blog now too.
I just love Sundays :o)
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