We were chatting this morning about how long it is since either of us has seen a draught excluder. I remember mine (had one for my bedroom door when i was little) which was a long red sausage dog. Davids was a snake with a smiley mouth. Noticed for the first time a ‘draught’ the other day. My parents who were always old, always felt drafts, so perhaps this is one of those definitive signs of getting older. Found out later it was the garden door standing wide open in minus 4 – but still…
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The countdown begins
Welcome to my blog. A chance for me to remember the good days, the fun, the quality of my life. Two days until my 59th birthday, the beginning of the last year of my fifties. Looking forward to writing my blog, looking forward to looking backwards as time goes by.