I have a pile of washing to sort through more to be washed and I don't want to talk about what's waiting for me on the ironing board!
Isn't life wonderful if that's all I have to worry about!
This is a little poem who is hanging around my head -
She's packing up boxes, and putting things in,That will be forgotten...She's sitting and waiting for what the day brings,And doesn't remember...That nothing is happeningUnless you are someone,Who makes the day something.She's not very cautious, with delicate things,But she's packing up boxesAnd putting in things...
Shell xx
Friends of your may think you're writing about them, but in fact, it's a universal life cycle event...
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You're right 'lovechocolatte' sometimes people are sure they know what I am writing about, but I am just the author - and the reader/listener is the one who decides what is means...
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