...has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.' The Mill on the Floss, George Eliot.
Here is the finished layout:
I will admit, probably a little rushed - I am amid pre-hol packing/panic, but am fairly pleased with the outcome.
Tonight, planned in my la-la land of make-believe, was going to be relaxed packing but Mark managed to find a baby pigeon on the way home (yes dear reader, Pigeons are his latest thing) and so I have spent a goodly hour or so soothing ruffled feathers (literally) and tending to baby pidgy's needs. My patience, thin to begin with, is now nearly transparent and Oliver is not that well either, coughing and seeming to be 'not well'.
Must go - excessive overload of shitty jobs beckons.....
2 comments:
Hope the baby pidgeon is well! and the packing done! Have a good time!
Hey Janice.. is this the long awaited trip you thought was last year? Amazing how time flies?
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