Yesterday, we
spent most of the day, or more accurately the afternoon and evening, on the
couch watching television. I had
had visions of launching back into the book, for a couple of hours, maybe
playing my guitar, doing a thorough vacuum, etc., but… nah. In the end, it was just too relaxing
lying around doing next to nothing.
We did, however,
as a married team, bake a soufflé.
My first. Which leads me –
in an ambling kind of climb over the stile and wander up the garden meadow,
touch the tree at the edge of the pasture and then log-roll back over the cow
pats way – to this:
Mrs Brady, or
Carol, from the Brady Bunch.
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