He's gone.
The lavender bush rest must have revived him back to full health. Either that or he was eaten by Smokey or Ferdie. ORRR he's burrowed down down down and created an underground labyrinthe of dreams.
Whatever the weather, I miss him.
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Amy Stocking
Blog-Life
Pop-life
Clothes-line
Travel-life
Shelf-life
- A clock and a fish tank
- Aurora Borealis
- Bed web
- Bird house
- Cigarette butt
- Cobbs Engine House
- Coffee Shop
- Cold morning
- Craving
- Cupboard Love
- Egghead
- Goldfish
- He gave himself a comb over
- Loaf
- Look, I am Marmite
- Lyle's Golden Syrup
- Nest
- Night whale
- Peggy Legg
- Radio amateur
- Rheumy Eye
- Rick
- School shower
- Signing on
- Sluggish
- Swimming pool
- Teeth
- The end of the meeting
- Tortoise mechanic
- Tuesday
- Waiting for the kettle
- When
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