Bredonborough The sound of the
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Bredonborough.
The sound of the music is not itself the Music.
Morning reading…
20.38 The Minx left c. 09.00 for her meeting.
Delivering my filthy vehicle, decorated with pigeon droppings from bird-partying in the copper beech tree, to the Bredonborough Car Wash for their Ultimate Cleansing Experience.
Shopping on the High Street…
… to acquire tasty cakes for Mr. Bill. A morning computing and e-flurrying, and preparing for Bill.
MinxLunch by the back door and then addressing the non-industry dissension.
Into the refreshingly-clean car c. 15.45 and to the station to collect Brother Bill I…
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… and home to tasty cakes and prosecco by the back door I…
… and home to tasty cakes and prosecco by the back door I…
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Local pal Ian, formerly of the haunted house across the Square, arrived to collect a television for his daughter, and joined us to approve the bubbling solution. Lotsa fun. Ian left and we moved to supper.
Very good to see Brother Bill again.
Now to gentle.
