The early morning is plump with the expectation of a glorious day. You could prod it with a fork it's so full of expectation. Suffice to say, it's fit to burst with expectation. I enter the corner shop full of the joys of Spring. No papers. No milk. I wasn't expecting that!
Tuesday, 22 March 2022
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