When he'd shaken his head in disbelief and I'd explained that I'd had to go outside to take the photo because the flash wasn't working and that, no, I hadn't thought of going round the back of the house where I couldn't be seen, he agreed to hold Little Bird for me.
Little Bird isn't really as big as she appears in the first photo.
Brother-in-law has started calling me Doolally Queen. I have no idea why.* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
We sat in the garden in the sun properly this afternoon for the first time this year. Husband removed his shirt; I kept mine on but rolled up my trousers and sleeves - I know how to look alluring. It was warm and peaceful and very soporific.
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