I have a secret project I am working on. I must really not tell you. But-Oh, all right, its something to do with my balls of wall. But no more.
Good bye
There is a note of hope in everything. The joys of life are many and they are full of disorder, laughter and dogs that have rolled in the mud. There is crochet, bonfires, and colour. There are autumn leaves, winter snows, and spring's promise.
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Thankyou for your lovely messages.