
Before I could stop myself I had spring-cleaned two cupboards, polished the furniture, changed the bedlinen, baked a huge batch of bread loaves and rolls, and made an enormous vat of soup. I was working through the ironing when I came to my senses... I decided I must find an antidote...
I needed fresh air, lots of fresh air.
One tiny aconite. |
Tiny fungi |
But Mummy, I thought I was your little snowdrop! |
Little Red Hen being unusually sociable. |
After a few circuits of the wood and a little photography I began to feel much more my old self

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