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GOOD MORNING!
And what spankingly fine figure of a morning it is here in 2007, too! I feel like Stuart Hall on coke!
The daffs are daffing about, fluffy cotton-wool clouds are bustling busily away, my dwarf rose is poking dear little buds out of every available branch, it's my boyfriend's birthday and I'm taking him for breakfast to a sweet little jazz cafe in Stockbridge! Global warming has decided that it's July, not March, the sun's shining as if it's never done it before and is trying it out as a fab new fashion accessory and everything's BEAUTIFUL!
Here's lookin' at YOU, Barbelith. |
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