I Heard The Cuckoo , But Where are the Bees ?
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I have just sat down in my conservatory with a freshly made pot of coffee on the table beside me, I am feeling a little smug on two counts, one, it is absolutely pouring here, [ stair rods ! making the roof deafeningly noisy ] which means I can get down to some guilt free writing, this is a luxury as whenever the sun is shining I do suffer pangs of guilt when sitting at my computer. The second reason for feeling smug is because 15 minutes earlier I was strolling around my garden in the sun
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