She produced special oily ham from Spain and I supplied a pair of pears. We ate our picnic listening to a roaring weir and squealing children then I picked my way into the river for my first dip this year.
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Basic Math 72 beats a minute. 4,320 an hour. That’s 103,680 a day, or
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What a lovely picnic. How is the language transplant going?
ReplyDeletewe gradually emerging as bilingual twins
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