She Sells Seashells

By Seashell

Snow Drips.

I got some weird looks from some joggers as I was taking this. I was kneeling down in front of the drive, by the road, taking pictures. Not that weird, right?
They seemed to disagree.

I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at them.

I did my French writing today, which I've been preparing for for weeks. So it was good to get out of the way. I think it went alright. :D

Mum is at bookclub tonight, so I have to make sure Guy gets to bed. And he has to be in bed in ten minutes. So I'm off to make sure.

:D

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