IT was one of those typical situations - I had been gardening; well, weeding, actually, since breakfast, and it was already way past lunchtime.
Raising my sunburnt head over the hedge, I sighed to the lady next-door-but-one: "Oh, Julie, I don't know where the morning has gone to."
Before she could share my complaint, her son, Levi, three, innocently offered: "Don't worry, Marianne, I'll go and find it for you."
MARIANNE GILL, Coldstream Place, Blackburn.
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