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pretty in fine form for new year’s day

Posted on January 1, 2020 by Sheila Morris

‘Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the house two creatures are stirring, and neither’s a mouse. Only Spike and I are up so far, and in all fairness we’re probably not even stirring – more staring than stirring. … Continue reading →

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