1. Conversations with my grandmother can be a bit trying. Again and again she asks why I have walked 40 miles this week. Instead of my usual exasperation mixed with dull misery, I find myself patiently repeating the information, changing my words slightly, or adding a bit more detail each time. Eventually, it seems to stick, and she tells me that it's the sort of thing she might have done at my age.
2. After a dry month, waking up to a dull and misty morning that promises wet weather.
3. My mother's meringues.
End at the beginning, whistler and no pressure.
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