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It felt like a summer weekend. I spent time lying in dappled shade, hours in the pool teaching kayak rescue techniques; enjoyed in a weirdly nostalgic way that tight feeling in your skin when you don't wash the chlorine off after, spent time with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cupidsbow over mulberry popsicles (and soaked the clothes in bleach after) watched more Princess Tutu episodes (seriously, anyone not watching this is missing out), ate dinner out because cooking? Not going to happen. There was the birthday party of e_dan who is now out of his tweens and caught up with friends - mostly rabid sport and TV discussing. There was puttering around the house, picking my mother up from the airport and impulse buying of condiments (including some mango yoghurt that turned out to be fizzy).
Evidence that I have the Best. Mother. Ever. She gave me a jigsaw of cows wearing purple cowboy boots with no straight edges and five extra pieces.
cupidsbow over mulberry popsicles (and soaked the clothes in bleach after) watched more Princess Tutu episodes (seriously, anyone not watching this is missing out), ate dinner out because cooking? Not going to happen. There was the birthday party of e_dan who is now out of his tweens and caught up with friends - mostly rabid sport and TV discussing. There was puttering around the house, picking my mother up from the airport and impulse buying of condiments (including some mango yoghurt that turned out to be fizzy). Evidence that I have the Best. Mother. Ever. She gave me a jigsaw of cows wearing purple cowboy boots with no straight edges and five extra pieces.
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