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It Slipped My Memory
Yesterday morning I turned on the tap that fills the butts from which the horses drink. At seven o'clock this morning I woke up wondering if I'd ever turned it off again.
Surely I must have, only I can't picture myself doing it.
Better check.
Out of bed- downstairs- put coat on over pyjamas- stride across frosted ground in bedroom slippers and-
It's going to be a big water bill this quarter.
Surely I must have, only I can't picture myself doing it.
Better check.
Out of bed- downstairs- put coat on over pyjamas- stride across frosted ground in bedroom slippers and-
It's going to be a big water bill this quarter.
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We're not on meters here, thankfully.
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