A grey tabby washes his face
on our green garden chair
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pale sunlight reflects off the puddle
on Jake’s overturned paddling pool
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patches of blue through speckled window
squares of yellow light on the wall
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Our 2.5yr-old stands on a chair and says Bollocks!
doubling over with chuckles
Bollocks! Bollocks! Bollocks!
egged on by our unrestrained laughter
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I piss myself laughing
while doing jumping jacks
Jake says, “That’s really good Mummy!”
then decides to lie down on top of me
during the abdominal crunches
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pressing his face against the window
Jake catches the sunset
“Wow, look at that colour Daddy!”
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