Living a quiet life

There's a lovely line from a poem that sticks in my head. "Living a quiet life every day" and that is just what we are happily doing just now.

Gym (such virtue); chatting to Heather; copying old photos; cooking; eating; a bit of telly, a bit of chitchat; a sudokarrow (failed); and there's Peter finishing a novel. 

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