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Too finger happy.

Oh dear god, now it turns out I’ve liked one of my own posts. It wasn’t intentional…I hit the wrong button. I’m just too finger happy on my phone. And I try to use it without wearing my reading glasses πŸ‘“.
What a plonker!
The picture shows my greyhound out on her very wet and autumnal afternoon walk. She’s been soaked three times now.
I think autumn has arrived.
I’m off to like some more of my posts and follow myself some more.
Have a great Monday night and thanks for visiting.
Until the next time I stupidly like my post.

Posted from WordPress for Windows Phone .Landed in Scotland.


Many moons ago, I started to write. But, as life twisted and turned the only thing I got to write was letters, in my job. Things changed, I left my job and returned to the writing. I have loads of ideas and very little time to do them in.( Sound familiar?) I write, because I need to. When I am unable to write I walk in the shadow of madness. Some folk would argue that I'm there already. As well as writing, I read, paint, garden, knit and have just started making candles. I am owned by a retired greyhound called Daisy. My previous greyhound(Misty) was the inspiration to get writing again. Daisy is keeping that inspiration alive. Thanks for reading. Dorne x

6 thoughts on “Too finger happy.

  1. How bizarre, I wrote a post about the exact same thing last night, and am going to post it tonight! πŸ™‚
    PS FINALLY managed to go out and gather conkers with kids on what was probably the last day of the summer…gorgeous time! And two very full bags πŸ™‚ x


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