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| Flowers for my baby... |
A celebratory blog for my baby who came home yesterday and made lots and lots of lovely noise and talked about tennis and America and boys and the whole day like this note went without punctuation as we ate fish and chips in front of the football because nothing had changed at all except we were just a year older though no wiser for all that ooh its so good to have her here in her bed upstairs sleeping. Jet lag has been described to me as the body arrived and waiting for the soul to catch up. If she has more soul to catch up goodness knows what she will be like, for she is already blessed with rude health and happiness - yay! I saw the crescent, but she saw the whole of the moon:
