In cold blood…

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

I knew what my son was going to say, as he eyed up the weather and the new hosepipe. The one that reaches the huge pond filter at the bottom of his garden…

“It’s a nice day…” Yeah, right. It is when you are still all cosy in bed. I, on the other hand, have already walked the dog, frozen my feet in leaky shoes and know that the pale sun has no warmth in it at all. And my bones say it is going to rain. “We might as well clean the pond filter and the pump. You don’t have much else to do today…”

That was, at least, partly true. I had already got all his housework, shopping, laundry and chores up to date. Mine, on the other hand, were way behind. I still needed to make the curry for his lunch too, and I do that from…

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