Look, see that. Proper Lith print and everything. It's that lovely wall again.
Tiredness pervades this morning. Her Highness Henrietta Cartier Bresson was making a nest in the bedroom or something last night. Then rushing around the room, down the stairs and back up again. I didn't sleep well. No wonder HHHCB is asleep beside me on the settee now.
It's William's 65th this weekend so we shall be paying a celebratory visit on the morrow - delivering his bus-pass cover and all.
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The Great Wall of your island.
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