The drummers on the Brexit march.
Being there when the vote came in.
Dinner at ours with Jo. Poo chat at the table. Just the way I like it.
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Being out in the garden. Putting my sunflowers outside and planting up some runner beans. Hanging my washing on the line.
The drumming at the park.
That smell of summer. Having the windows wide open. Feeling the warmth of the sun. Lying in the park reading my book. It was a good day. It was a calm and peaceful day.
Three little things 