that we forgot about the cold toes and fingers that accompany wintery weather.
My adopted city does it with so much panache.
It’s been beyond busy but in a manner that boosts my bounce.
Proof that a semblance of sanity does still exist in my world.
Even the gloomy weather couldn’t derail the love and friendship on the beach.
So many hugs.
So many smiles.
It was a great way to start a weekend that was full to the brim with markets.
The on-going repairs to the phartmobile.
The possible demise of the John Campbell show
The rugby
Village politics
The price of my favourite tipple.
And necessary.
And adds order to a manic world.
Aunty Yvonne lent us her woofmobile yesterday so the hound and I headed to Churchill Park.
Aunty Yvonne lent us her woofmobile yesterday so the hound and I headed to Churchill Park.
She was on her best behaviour as she didn’t want to wet or muddy the woofmobile.
She’s quickly learnt that wearing a coat means you can’t swim.
She’s quickly learnt that wearing a coat means you can’t swim.
It was a satisfied hound and human that returned home from our ramble.
We traversed the whole of Churchill Park.
We traversed the whole of Churchill Park.
Up hill, down dale.
Over creek.
it’s understandable that the hound was soon conked out on the bed fast asleep.
I get lost in the magic and forget about time.
Life might not be exactly as I’d have it but that’s ok.
it means embracing brokenness as an integral part of life.”
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