House stress levels are high today. Dreams of a small cottage with a white picket fence and a bushel of roses not, probably, very sensible. Not very useful when bleak, I'm afraid. I'm wearing my father's old cardigan for good luck and shall take my dogs for a brisk walk, always my mother's remedy for clear thinking.
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