A record of those unimportant little things that are too important to be forgotten.
Tuesday, March 29, 2022
Wayward.
All is not well with the world. The first hour of Tuesday morning is spent looking in the garden for the wayward member of the flock. The search will continue after breakfast.
I quite forgot Angus was leaving, so I thought the wayward member of the flock was Sophie. I had confidence that anyone in the small village would see her and return her, safely home. I hope so with Angus, in London.
Oh dear, that is a very sad face. Angus is probably wearing a similar expression?
ReplyDeleteOh Sophie, quelle catastrophe!
ReplyDeleteThat's terrible Sophie. Would a Jaffa cake help?
ReplyDeleteOh no.
ReplyDeletePoor Sophie. Mr T knows how you feel.
ReplyDeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteOne might say that Sophie is bereft... YAM xx
I quite forgot Angus was leaving, so I thought the wayward member of the flock was Sophie. I had confidence that anyone in the small village would see her and return her, safely home. I hope so with Angus, in London.
ReplyDeleteHuggs, he will be back soon.
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ReplyDeleteYour world will be back to rights soon, Sophie. I can picture your fluffy tail wagging at hyper-speed when Angus walks through the door!
ReplyDeleteHopefully the missing member of the flock will help set the world aright and then return to relieve Ms. Sophie's angst.
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