I'm out and about on the farm today. There are chores, birthday cakes and pies and the plan is that later on there will be a giant bonfire. And I do mean giant. You couldn't get close enough to cook those marshmallows.
So I shall return at night with tales of fire and feasting.
In the meantime the husband will snore away upstairs before doing some weekend work. He has the sniffles and, as usual, it will be the death of him...
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