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Sep. 17th, 2005 02:57 pmThe day started by sleeping late, then I tidied and cleaned the apartment, and prepared the guestroom for Dennis. Then there were E-mails to answer and a problem with an invoice from one of our deliverers, which had to be addressed before it arrives in Switzerland and goes through customs. It's three o'clock and I'm exhausted and ready to go to bed again. Why not? I've been up for 4 hours already.
[Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s posts are making my childhood memories resurface. Although her childhood appears to have been very different from mine, it's the detail and the feel of the memories that are so familiar. For me there were endless days of sun and wind, feeding the sheep and lambs at the end of our garden, the strange symbols found in the rock in wall surrounding the small local church and graveyard, the secret garden at the end of the village with old appletrees, and how a friend and I would save all our coins, so that we could cycle to the automats placed outside the bakery and try to get the pocket-knife prize (all we ever got were small, bouncing rubber balls and plastic rings, which we hid in a secret compartment of her inherited desk).
[Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s posts are making my childhood memories resurface. Although her childhood appears to have been very different from mine, it's the detail and the feel of the memories that are so familiar. For me there were endless days of sun and wind, feeding the sheep and lambs at the end of our garden, the strange symbols found in the rock in wall surrounding the small local church and graveyard, the secret garden at the end of the village with old appletrees, and how a friend and I would save all our coins, so that we could cycle to the automats placed outside the bakery and try to get the pocket-knife prize (all we ever got were small, bouncing rubber balls and plastic rings, which we hid in a secret compartment of her inherited desk).