Listening to the MIA song. It's so good. I wonder if i shall ever hate it? It is sometimes possible to go off stuff you once loved.
D is happy, playing with his cars in this lovely afternoon, daffodil toned light, so kindred with the season.
Jane is round later, no doubt V&Cs and stuff.
Still found no one to do my washing machine, but i think next door man will do it for me, if i do the right smile at the right time, with the just right amount of sweetness in it, and just the right amount of wily-ness. : )
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