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3BT – newspaper, surprise, provided for

1. I spread out the newspaper on the floor so I can read it while I’m eating my breakfast. Then read it while I’m tickling doggy belly. Then read it while I’m kissing cat head. Boron purrs loudly. (That last statement is true of both then and now.)

2. Just when we’re both getting bored of the decorating, the doorbell rings: surprise visitors in the form of our lovely neighbours who have been in Ghana & Nambia these last six months doing doctoring things. Over tea and more animal tickles, they tell us about farting hippos, mating lions and elephants that hide round corners.

3. To keep remembering we have lasagne from John’s mum for dinner so we don’t have to cook ourselves. I do like to cook but I like not having to cook even more :)

3BT – comforter, horses, lasagne

1. Every night I go to sleep with my fingers entangled in John’s hair. (When he shaves his head, I just rest my fingers on his head instead. It’s more tactile when he has hair.)

2. The horses are back again in the field around the corner. On our way back from walking to the shops the long way around, we stop to feed them small chunks of carrot and stroke their noses. Later, John, who doesn’t really like horses, says it’s one of his favourite moments of the day.

3. The lasagne is perfect.