Even the sound of the word makes me feel happy. And putting a blanket on the bed last night and snuggling in under it was so good. Putting a woolly jumper on this morning was bliss. Although I do think I'm probably dressed warmer today than most people on account of how I feel.
The doctor tells me I have a kidney infection. Which is quite a relief to me, as I was fairly convinced that I was dying from bubonic plague. It's been a very long time since I have felt quite so second hand. Consequently, no gardening is being done, I have cross-stitched some more, Poppy and I have chatted about the price of fish and other current affairs and we have practiced our evil laughs together.
A persimmon growing on the persimmon tree. Last year, it was loaded and the flying foxes ate every single one before they ripened. This year, I will pick them and ripen them inside the house.
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