Everyday I Write The Book

By Eyecatching

On the stump

But sadly lacking an audience. Apart from me, and I don’t speak squirrel.

Good day. Lots to think about, stuff to do. Went to Guildford. Nice brunch in a favourite cafe.

Our decorator stripped some wallpaper and came across a message from Maud written on our kitchen wall nineteen years ago. Like a time capsule. Very funny. See extras. 

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