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Poor old girl


Uncle B called me at work this morning and said, “was there a reason you left Mapp Chicken running loose?”

Ah, no. Before I left, I opened the henhouse door, saw “some chickens” and assumed it was all of them. Poor old Mapp. He said she looked very grateful to scoot into the henhouse with the others. It was bitterly cold this morning and she’s the old girl.

Thus began a silly day. I lost our tax paperwork. I found it again (after one of those painful ‘tearing the place apart’ sessions). I got an email from a long-lost first cousin.

I think I’ll have a gin, a long nap and a do-over tomorrow.

November 30, 2017 — 10:40 pm
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