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Saturday, 10 October 2015


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Sounds and looks lovely!


I think I might be prepared to boil my water in a saucepan to have the joy of wrens in my kettle!


It is lovely, Harriet. If you can fish those wrens out of your kettle, it's nice accompanied by a cup of tea on a grey day. Or I might be merciful, like Alex, and let them stay, but I'd definitely invest in another kettle, saucepans just don't seem to work as well. :)


What a wonderful poem and a beautiful little book!


It is, isn't it? :)

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