Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
Up the road, afternoon.
I am wobbling somewhat with hunger as I draw near to home, and through her open door comes the aroma of coffee Marcelle is drinking. It is almost unbearably delicious!
2 comments:
Well, I hope that she gave you some! And with a biscuit, too.
She no doubt would have done had I asked, but Molly was wanting her dinner too, so it wouldn't have been fair to linger!
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