Number147

By Number147

Sunday

I picked up a very tired daughter from Chippenham this afternoon.

As I waited for the train, I recalled the last time we were here. I had spotted Clive and burst into tears of relief. Florence was in a wheelchair and being pushed along by a wonderful man from Passenger Assist.

Even she doesn't know how long she'll be home for.

Hetty went potty when she walked in! A dog is always pleased to see you.

Perfect weather today. 

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