Or maybe this would be more suitable. One small granddaughter has been awake all night because she's so excited about the snow. I have not. Not being excited about snow is a sign of old age, I'm afraid.
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Frances Garrood
About Me
I live with my husband in Devizes in Wiltshire where I spend my time writing, reading, riding (I am the lucky owner of a beautiful horse, Blue), and keeping up with my four children and an increasing number of small grandchildren (eight so far). I was for many years a nurse and a Relate counsellor. I have taught creative writing both at a local college and a prison, and I review a wide variety of items - including books - for the Amazon Vine programme.I write to death row prisoners in America, being a life-long opponent jof the death penalty. And I spend too much time blogging..
My Books
Below are the books I have written.
Ruth Robinson's Year of Miracles
Women Behaving Badly
Dead Ernest
Cassandra's Secret
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Countering the aged feeling of not being excited about snow with the youthful invigoration of wearing a wool hat with bunny ears?
ReplyDeleteExactly.
ReplyDeleteDo they have those in adult sizes?
ReplyDeleteOf course they do, David. Shall I send you one?
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