just popping my head through the door, to say hello
and sorry that it's been so long.
we were in england, feeding the ducks
(and picking fresh eggs and petting the goats)
and playing with close friends and distant cousins
cuddling grandparents
and walking with horses
playing robin hoods, elves, and maid marians.
and discovering how tiny was the round table
jane austen wrote her novels on.
now we are back
to a gaping hole left by emigrating friends
and a big issue with termites.
we need to vacate the house.
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