It was a good neighbour day. I took Margaret to the GP and the chemist. We went to the newsagent to pay her paper bill and to the supermarket to collect the groceries. The bed was stripped and the sheets washed. I know she appreciates all of those things. I also know that nothing, NOTHING brings a smile to her face like a visit from the dogs.
After the chores were done Rumple and Winkle presented themselves. Rumple is a master at taking a running leap on to Margaret's lap. Winkle hasn't been able to make the leap until today. What you see is the joy of the moment. That, I reckon, is priceless.
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