1. I pick up my somewhat neglected memory map sewing project and stitch pathways and ponds.
2. John’s lovely pasta sauce on tasty al dente spaghetti.
3. Every evening, whether we’re at home or elsewhere, we lock Lily out of the room and hide a Bonio for her to find by scent alone. Our hiding places grow more elaborate but she always finds it surprisingly quickly. This evening, she stands on the fireside chair pawing at the shopping bag, tail wagging and wagging.
4. As I’m overseeing Lily’s pre-bedtime pee, I hear a squeak I’ve not heard for some months: like clockwork, the bats are back.
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