Hail, tartlets and raspberries.
1. I'm not happy at the thought that it's going to shred my tulips; but there is something unlikely about a hailstorm -- solids falling from thin air seems like magic.
2. Just as I am coming downstairs for a five-minute screen break, there's a tap at the door. Our friends have left a small gift of Easter tartlets on the doorstep.
3. I can't think why my skin smells of raspberries until I remember that I helped Bettany wash her hair with new shampoo.

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