Nothing exciting or unlucky happened.  A glorious day with plenty sunshine and still, frosty greenery.  Peaceful indeed. For one to be raised by a highly superstitious mother, no salt, ladders, counting, saluting, chanting, praying, crack-skipping, colour sorting, cat cursing, slow breathing, recitals, odd sock missions, feather bunging, garlic or priests were needed.  Friday the 13th...?  BRING IT ON..........!  It's the other 365 days I need worry about.....................
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1 comment:
Heard what happened to your husband via FB. How very fitting a post this is! Hope Trevor is okay.
ps....I was never a heavy commenter though, was I?
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