Monday, 8 February 2010

What sort of a day?

Picture the scene if you will..

It's around 8am, TBH is still curled up in bed(he's been working through the night 'cos of time differences).
I am pottering in the galley, keeping the noise down so as not to disturb the sleeping one...

I hear him begin to stir;"What sort of a day is it?" he enquires.

" Well quite bright and sunny, probably good for varnishing..."

" No!" he responds."I meant is it a pancake sort of day"


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