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I pegged clothes out on my new washing line today, hoping that clothes, pegs nor my dear self will end up in the water below. Wore my pinny to put the pegs in the pocket and felt like the total Eco-Mummy.

Total promiscuous vicarious house junkie too, what with Norma and Paddy both in the grip of house lust and floor plans and agents' detail flying. I feel destiny is infallible in where we live. Strange that neither of them yearn for chooks and orchards the way I do: the sheep were a bit of fantasy.