What do you do at the beach one a cold January morning when you’re just two years old?
First you run to the end of the spit, and then turn and run back….
Then, keeping dad close, you run run run down the path…
… and then you [...]
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What do you do at the beach one a cold January morning when you’re just two years old? First you run to the end of the spit, and then turn and run back….
Then, keeping dad close, you run run run down the path…
… and then you [...] Hmmm… What else? I suppose it is traditional to get reflective at the start of a new year, but I’ve never been much of a fan of New Years. It has always seemed so arbitrary. Ooooh! Random month in winter, let’s start afresh! In reality, the new year should begin September first, because that’s when [...] |
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