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Yesterday evening, apparently of its own accord, our front door opened and in walked a dog.
Not to worry, it was Scooby, soon to be followed by Becky and Ian who had come to stay the night.
As we sat around the kitchen table, lowering sunlight played on the eucalyptus blooms.
This morning I cut the grass while Aaron continued with the fencing.
After this, I scanned the last few negatives of the October 1983 mini marathon, featured in the last two posts.
Louisa was quick to join the leaders having first go at the refreshments.
This time, Sam really had finished his run,
and took his turn at the scoff;
along with all the others, including our stalwart Nos. 1 and 2.
No. 24., considered by some readers to be elegant enough to be a potential professional, remained equally composed at the trough.
This afternoon, Becky noticed a considerable amount of pink, with which she produced this symphonic work.
Standing on a sitting room carpet
she glanced through the patio French windows
at the sheets drying on the chairs toning nicely with the flowers and the maple reflecting the velvet curtains.
This evening we all dined at Lal Quilla in Lymington, where we enjoyed our usual warm welcome, efficient service, and excellent food. My main meal was king prawn naga and chapatis. Three of us drank Kingfisher and Becky drank rosé wine.