|fibre and metal bracelet by Sandra Ho|
This evening's extremely tiny package was pushed carefully across the silent dining table by My True Love. He then had to help unwrap it as my bandaged fingers couldn't undo the knots.
It was the least he could do, having disbelieved me when I'd shouted that the outdoor birds were mounting a rescue mission with sledgehammers through the patio windows to release the cute chicks inside.
I forgive him.
The car passenger window is complete once more and I don't have to drive around in a draft.
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