I have no interest in eastenders so have come upstairs to escape and read. Only the bed is warm and soft and my eyelids are heavy.
This year I have wished several door answerers a happy birthday after enquiring, having spotted cards in the windowsill. I even sang happy birthday to a neighbour tonight. My favourite excuse this year for not having an envelope was from a dad who said his girls use any envelopes that come through the door to send notes to one another. He gladly filled one of my spares and I contemplated leaving a stash for his children to play with.
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