Higgledy piggledy houses

Citrine blossom on swimming pool sky. Spring is coming in, today. Winter may return tomorrow.

Full day at work, followed by a training on Story Massage, which I've wanted to know about for years. Tantalisingly brief. Leaves me wanting more.

Then I hurried into town, where I'd hired a therapy room to give a flower remedies consultation. I didn't want to.use my front room, it's not neutral enough. I walked home afterwards. Steve cooked supper, and we're prepping the house for our guests tomorrow, and prepping ourselves for Mary's funeral. I'm still in denial about her death.
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