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Saw this joy whilst listening to the bull frogs chorus and later the nightingales who were so loud and persistent that they repeatedly woke me up. Working on my Ode to a Nightingale anon.
Bumped into Irene whilst out on legitimate business yesterday. It was very odd, having to shout commiserations on the death of her partner across the car park by the lawyers. She was able to tell me of Jacqui's last days and her happy death; Limoux hospital came up trumps and invited Irene to stay and sleep over so she could be with Jacqui at the end.
And now, in traditional French fashion, she is dealing with the paperwork that a death apparently entails.
Lala. Here's a happy parrot to cheer your day.
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