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The afternoon was spent driving to and from London with a precious hour with mum

Mum and I agreed that she gets an Olympic medal for worrying. Apparently she thought I must have been in an accident as she was expecting me at lunchtime. Bless. According to J I am already in training for a gold medal in worrying. It must be a genetic trait.

Mum is taking good care of Sally. One of her friends in the lounge has a knitted dog called Henry (I prefer Sally!)

Back at the Gables just two goslings remain – J sold another three this morning

In the chicken run two hens are sitting on a further 6 goose eggs and another hen is sitting on 8 hen eggs. All due to hatch at the weekend. Call the midwife!

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