Monday, 26 July 2010

Mysteries Above

Amos keep saying he can hear the paint cracking in our upstairs room, can hardly hear it myself. But we start to wondering whether some bees or such have entered into our loft and be busy there without us knowing. But I dursn't take a peep up there in case I see sommat nasty. After all it go to go somewhere now the woodshed is laid to waste.

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