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Mother’s day barbeque

Butterfly passes.

Her wing tips bright orange like the

barbequeing coals.


My husband “fixed” the water by remembering that we had installed a bypass from the last time the water pipe broke. The stove however decided to conk out, but this was OK because along with water, I had bought things to barbeque with. Dinner is Steak, Potatoes, Corn on the cob,  and Salad.

Dinner is served. YUM!


About rozzychan

Rosalyn Hunter is the principal writer on the series Lunatics. Please support us. http://lunatics.tv


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