This morning on the way to the chook pen to unleash the girls on the world it was cold enough for me to be able to make those little puffs of ‘smoke’ from my mouth that entertain four-year olds so much. Which made me feel just a teensy bit sorry for the policewoman with the never-ending-cup-of-coffee parked in the flats in our street. It IS busy hereabouts early in the mornings but I don’t know that even Purana Taskforce training could have prepared her for the full glory of our local pyjama parade.

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