As the dark lifts, a misty morning meets our gaze. As I walk to the window to look out, a cat sits on an old ammunition trunk looking out of the window. Bonny is with me asking to go out. Eldo as always goes back to his doggy bed/ sofa downstairs. The donkeys peer through the mist up at the salon window and as soon as they see me start the donkey chorus. I try to hold off going till the mist clears but as the shouts get louder and more insistent ... I go.
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