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A touch of déja-vu about this entry...

Stressed stressed stressed etc etc etc so I recorded the poem I wrote recently about our dearly beloved George Osborne. A weird way to de-stress perhaps, but works for me.

Needed it as well after this morning - Missy had time catch up with her. She was alive when I went out to see to the chooks first thing, made her comfortable, and fifteen minutes later she'd gone. Never nice losing a pet, even if it's entirely expected. Particularly sad that that's our two original chooks gone - if they hadn't been so much fun we'd have never got more.