Being outside with the volunteers and no Syd or Louisa. Lovely new volunteers too.
The bizarre moment when two random men came into the centre and one of them played us a song on his guitar.
Teeny tiny flowers on the hazel.
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Corinne is safe and the baby is born.
The singing guitar man on the bus playing If You’re Happy And You Know It Clap Your Hands.
A yogurt
I grew these! And I ate them for dinner.
I made a dress.
An evening with Bivan, playing guitar and singing, watching Back.
Three little things 