November, like a partly-decomposed squirrel, is half-gone already!
My mind is still whirling today like a Catherine Wheel. I had strange dreams about being bombarded by a swarm of bees while working as a lifeguard, about having to manage a caravan site while dressed as a clown, and about being caught-up in a terror attack at a socially-distanced wedding on a beach.
Gavin and his proposal have set weird things swirling in my mind and I need to take a break from them and enjoy what’s left of my Sunday.
So – a roast meal, a bottle of light wine, a Duplo-based play with Mathew, and an evening of Live NFL will help me out a treat, I feel.
RC 15-11-20
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