Yesterday, when I got home from work Ebbs' shoes were kicked off at the front door. I never really know how much I missed seeing shoes at the front door of my home, till I saw them.
Ive also been doing a lot of slow cooking and find I can almost trick myself into thinking some one has broken in and whipped me up a nourishing meal for my tea.
Its these small things that you miss when you live alone.
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Found an old Katherine Times from the days post flood. This "door shoe" annedote reminded me of it as it includes interviews from ATSIC staff and the things that happened to them at this time .... remember how the nuns shoes were taken from out the front of my place when you were staying there. Must copy it and send on to you for a laugh. Moo
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