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this morning was made infinitely better when I realised that we had real, actual, proper mail (thank you Brian)

I really, really wish that we could be going to an exhibition across the Atlantic and I am happy in the certainty that one day we will....

In the meantime I shall dream of heat, and colour and bikes and log walls and brilliant photographs.

And I shall try and ignore that Alice is calling me "Mummy Temper" in an 'hilarious' mispronouncing of my name.