No wonder Lisbeth's a bit stiff tonight. She's been moving stuff and sweeping and rearranging in the big garden room. Then there was weeding and cutting and pruning and more weeding and mowing and more mowing and still more mowing. There is masses left to do but, for the first time since she came back to France, the garden is looking as if someone lives here. It's been warmer out than in, today. I expect to be moving outside soon. That will be really nice.
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