And another gift, and I'm all the more grateful for them in my current barren run. While the last basked in Caribbean sun and was cushioned by lush grasses, this is more familiar, rolling around on wet autumn concrete. The email began, "Do you still want these?". Oh yes.
Dunelm Mill, by the way, is a large home shop, of whose fabrics and countless cushions I've heard reverential and frequent talk. I've likely sat on their wares unaware, too, given my mother's fondness for the place. Whether the balloon was theirs or a blow-in, I'll remain unaware of as well.
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