Patsy

My eldest daughter decided she wanted to make mince pies for the grandparents arriving tomorrow. This was about teatime, fair play to her - she did everything herself and they did taste delicious - but I can't quite work out how I've just finished doing the dishes and clearing up the kitchen at past midnight. One of them evenings, there was some more scanning of negatives, and email reminiscing with a pal about his presence in or two of the frames, and the cat needed playing with, and you know the kind of thing...but still, past midnight, sheesh.

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