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Love, Liesel



I looked in the mirrow just after getting out of bed -never a good thing to do, is it?- and I look how I feel: ugh. As white as a sheet with a nose as red as Rudolph. I have a loo roll permently within in hand reach because I've gone through all my kleenex. It's one of those days you just want to spend rolled up in a ball on the sofa with a feel good book. If I can get into it. Unfortunely I need to go into town to buy food, the cupboards are pratically empty. Well hopefully being outside will clear up my head and make me feel a bit better :)
Dream a Little Dream by Susan Elizabeth Phillips
Dickon: The animals tell me all their secrets.
Mary: [pointing to the Robin] He wouldn't tell you my secret, would he?
Dickon: About what, Miss Mary?
Mary: A garden. I've stolen a garden. But it may already be dead, I don't know.
Dickon: I'll know.
Mary: Promise you won't tell anyone?
Dickon: Promise.
Mary: No one?
Dickon: Not a soul.
From: The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett