Day off, yippee. We are off to Kent to take possession of our new property. Mr Smith is awfully excited and has a builder all lined up. I am a bit indifferent. Wish I had finished those cow's wings but I haven't. It is a task so beyond me that I wake up screaming most nights. I cannot sleep, I cannot eat and I cannot think about flats in Kent.
This week is primarily Great Big Cake week. I made some brilliant pebbles and I am thinking about the shark and mermaid and I had a practice with the waves. I have faith in this one although I am diving into the unknown. It's quite good fun.
I love our days out to the seaside. At last Mr Smith and I are doing something together. It's taken us 28 years to find solidarity.
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