Phoebe is much brighter this morning, dare I say, almost back to her old self. As a result both Lynne and I feel better, also. It just goes to show no one should rush to play God.
Spent the morning disposing of next door's old Christmas tree and got carried away pruning rampant hollies and Ivy's, but the garden looks neat and tidy now. Old habits die hard, eh?
Our friends Owen and Lisa return to London today, hopefully missing the snowstorms supposedly arriving later.
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