This is the stuff. A
long-forgotten murder, rape, violence, suppressed emotions, horrific
discoveries, boiled sheep's heads, coppers with dysfunctional relationships.
Perfect for a summer's evening. We've just put the house on the market in
another attempt to move out; we've had a fair few viewings and even an offer,
but it's £5K below our bottom line. We've seen a few nice places too, so let's
see what happens. . .
Fred starts school
in a few weeks, after our last holiday in term time to the ile de Re. I left
his scooter at Brooklands at the weekend, so we went out last night to get him
a new one; with just two wheels this time rather than three. He's zipping along.
During the summer, we've got into the routine of going to the park after
nursery with a little gang - his friends Daisy, Finbar, Siddi and their mums.
It's so nice to see them all play together, it's such a shame it’s all going to
end when they head off to school and leave nursery! I'm sure we'll soon settle
into a new routine
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