HLT
trapped indoors awaiting deliveries
| Dipping into Penguin's Poems for Life while my left foot rocks the baby chair |
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| Telling reassuring lies ahead of joe's next encounter with the needle |
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| Having a drink in a pub while grandma babysits for the first time. Feels odd. |
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| making myself dizzy trying to think about all the things I need to think about |
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| Watching tikes in whites learn to bowl overarm. |
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| Checking out all the other babies in the park - humidity seems to bliss them out. |
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| Walking to the common for coffee and mum chat. |
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| acting the fool with brightly coloured plastic and being rewarded with smiles |
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| Misunderstanding and being misunderstood |
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| what to do? Worry worry, fret, fret |
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| tomorrow will be a better day |
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| Buying cheese. Lots of lovely cheese. |
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| To spinach to see art |
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| The damn stuff is bouncing into the house via the chimney |
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| Bag packed, joe slung but today i'm not leaving the house until the hail has passed! |
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| Walking in hail. Again. |
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| @caymanclare OMG - that sounds dreadful. Real evil in paradise. Poor you xxx |
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| pinned to the sofa and only permitted my wrong hand for typing |
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| Nodding as my dad explains to Joe that Count Basie was the greatest jazz pianist because he played the rests |
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