wingpig

By wingpig

plenty

Fortunately, the child arranged some outdoor movement activities with his colleagues for the afternoon, saving himself from having to be chivvied round the hill with me to prevent a repeat of yesterday's non-movement.
I was almost finished with the last few minutes of my fifty-hour week when Nicky rang to ask if I had any photos of Amos's glasses, the better to see if anyone has found them after he lost them (after only two weeks) on the way home from a holiday club outing. I went for a sweep on the bike after they got home, but found nothing, though an hour away from the screen at that point was welcomed.

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