J the next-door went out of the town with her daughter this afternoon. So, looked after her little dog as usual. Not a big job, really. Just go into her house and open the back door so that the dog can go to toilet. Of course have to be his company, too. Nor nice to keep him lonely, you know. Found myself talking to him like talking to little children.
J came home after some hours and told me that she had bought what she was after. Good. Then, she handed me a plastic bag, which had a black + while stripy long-sleeved top inside. Yes, that's for me. She doesn't need to buy me anything. We always look after each other because we are neighbours. But anyway, do appreciate her kindness. She even knows that I don't have any tops of those colours. She knows me too much. Or, maybe is she trying to stop me from looking frumpy?? Who knows. She and her daughters have very good taste in clothes and houses, indeed.
Tomorrow morning, my children won't go to church for a change! We will have a lazy morning, then. Great.
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