It's 8:30, Sunday morning, Hubby is at work.
I could be on here for another couple of hours, I could finish the book I am reading, I could go for an hours bikeride, I could tidy and clean inside, I could take *Wanda* and go wandering...
But no, I choose to spend the next couple of hours out the back whippersnippering, mowing and resurrecting the tank gardens.
This is why..
They are in an awful mess and I will no longer use illness as a reason for not doing anything.
The Village Summer Fair
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