This afternoon I had the kitchen door open and was sitting reading and eating lunch at the table when I heard a scuffle and then a scream from the bushes. I went out and Meg looked all innocent. I never found what poor creature she'd been torturing.
It's almost 1am and I'm just about to drive into town to pick Hagos up from the station. His flight was late getting into Heathrow so he made the last train out of London. I'd better go.
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