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The last week has been a flashback to the days, 25 years ago, when my job involved a lot of waiting for connections in small rural stations…
Dropped my daughters off at stupid o’clock for a Guides activity day, and rewarding myself with a good start to the day.
Found a coffee haunt for a while, to hill time while my teen has style applied to her hair.
I bought this mug for my Mum the best part of 25 years ago. I’ve now owned it for longer than she did; I inherited it 18 years ago. But I always think happy memories of her when I drink from it.




