Sewing scrubs.
Dear Joan and Jericha on my walk.
Picking extra wild flowers to go with our daffodils from Jo.
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The 180 turn in the middle of the river. In a canal boat.
The rain stopping and sitting peacefully at the front of the boat, floating past beautiful flowers and tiny houses. On the canal boat.
Sitting on the roof. Of the canal boat.
Three little things 