Yesterday evening my husband came home with a sandpit...yes, a sandpit ...which he'd spotted on a skip while visiting a customer. Even I had to concede that this was little short of a miracle. I even managed to be nice to him for at least an hour afterwards.
The reason for my joy?
Now I have something in which footmarks can be left on Sunday evening.
Did anyone claim that God doesn't take care of details? :-)
2 comments:
It all sounds good, Kathryn - hope it goes well on Sunday! And that you can enjoy it yourself as well :-)
pax et bonum
Yes, I hope it goes really well!
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