Dear Diary,
It began as a day of incredible dullness......
I have some little knowledge of the water cycle and fear that somewhere a sea or ocean must have run dry for all the water that has fallen upon the Nethers recently.
Is there no end to this precipitation? I fear Farmer Clamps cows might grow gills by October.
The day took an 'unexpected' turn when dinner was interupted by a knocking upon the door and Mrs Crutchlow called upon us all to quickly come and see...
There upon the doorstep, lying in a basket, wrapped in a woolen blanket was a baby. Attached was a note which simply said;
'My name is Annie.'
I am beginning to doubt this plan.
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
1 comment:
Dear Wayne,
As plans go you may have a chance.
Hopefully yours,
B.
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