Where IS Jude??
I had a long and lovely chat with Sarah last night. We talked of growing bumps, lunch in France, children being children being difficult, nearly finished books, missing each other, and trips to come.
It feels like forever since I was there last, yet I can still smell the wood soap, the cooking and the coffee. I can still feel the lub.
Dorothy has noticed a longer than normal absence too… apparently she’s taken to exclaiming “where IS Jude? and why doesn’t she come over?”
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