Plus ça change...

By SooB

Evening primrose

Work, baking cookies, making a shelf to go behind CarbBoy’s bed, and now at the airport waiting for Mr B.

The cookies were for a basketball training that I was told yesterday wasn’t happening, and last night I forgot to go to an important school meeting. I don’t know where my head is just now (article 14, most likely).

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