Lindsay's lot

By LindsayWard

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the percussive drip of melting snow was the soundtrack to our day. The sun shone, warm in sheltered spots. Em and I made sand castles on the beach then home to patch up the listing snow-girl. In the garden Em played hunt the icicle, sucking them when she got thirsty. I managed to keep this lot all to myself.
Out for dinner as the end of Dad's visit draws nearer. All tired and content.

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