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Goddess.
Goddess.
I’m addicted to progress.
November 11, 2025 at 11:52 AM
I’m addicted to progress.
No let-up.
November 11, 2025 at 10:42 AM
No let-up.
Filthy weather. Glad I have a desk job today. ☺️
November 11, 2025 at 9:07 AM
Filthy weather. Glad I have a desk job today. ☺️
Not with the noise.
November 10, 2025 at 5:00 PM
Not with the noise.
A planter.
It’s for all the fuming neighbours.
It’s for all the fuming neighbours.
November 10, 2025 at 4:43 PM
A planter.
It’s for all the fuming neighbours.
It’s for all the fuming neighbours.
The neighbours are fuming with all the sawing.
November 10, 2025 at 4:38 PM
The neighbours are fuming with all the sawing.
Me tooooo! 🌺
November 10, 2025 at 4:37 PM
Me tooooo! 🌺
I’m in bed.🤭
November 10, 2025 at 3:47 PM
I’m in bed.🤭
Wood’s arrived.
And all the tools!
And all the tools!
November 10, 2025 at 3:10 PM
Wood’s arrived.
And all the tools!
And all the tools!
Thank you! It was a *lot* of work!
November 10, 2025 at 11:41 AM
Thank you! It was a *lot* of work!
😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆
November 10, 2025 at 11:40 AM
😆😆😆😆😆😆😆😆
Tides affect seedlings, too.
November 10, 2025 at 5:54 AM
Tides affect seedlings, too.
Truly, it is.
Locals were social clubs. You could pop in on your own. There was almost always a good crack. Often a bit of drama. Loads of belly laughs. Intrigue.
Mick, the landlord of The Masons, used to sell knock-off meat out the back.🤣🤣🤣
Locals were social clubs. You could pop in on your own. There was almost always a good crack. Often a bit of drama. Loads of belly laughs. Intrigue.
Mick, the landlord of The Masons, used to sell knock-off meat out the back.🤣🤣🤣
November 10, 2025 at 5:48 AM
Truly, it is.
Locals were social clubs. You could pop in on your own. There was almost always a good crack. Often a bit of drama. Loads of belly laughs. Intrigue.
Mick, the landlord of The Masons, used to sell knock-off meat out the back.🤣🤣🤣
Locals were social clubs. You could pop in on your own. There was almost always a good crack. Often a bit of drama. Loads of belly laughs. Intrigue.
Mick, the landlord of The Masons, used to sell knock-off meat out the back.🤣🤣🤣
It’s rarely the same in pubs now. Hundreds close each week. Too expensive. Can’t smoke or vape (biggest clientele). Neighbourhoods are fragmented. Extended families no longer live in close proximity. Online life has changed real life a lot.
I miss my local. Everyone knew everyone. It’s flats now.
I miss my local. Everyone knew everyone. It’s flats now.
November 10, 2025 at 4:47 AM
It’s rarely the same in pubs now. Hundreds close each week. Too expensive. Can’t smoke or vape (biggest clientele). Neighbourhoods are fragmented. Extended families no longer live in close proximity. Online life has changed real life a lot.
I miss my local. Everyone knew everyone. It’s flats now.
I miss my local. Everyone knew everyone. It’s flats now.
Precisely.
November 10, 2025 at 1:57 AM
Precisely.
I’ve spent five minutes searching.
No joy.
No joy.
November 9, 2025 at 4:03 PM
I’ve spent five minutes searching.
No joy.
No joy.