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When words sum up a situation so perfectly

This morning I sent my parents an email - just a little update on what I'd been doing and my plans for the weekend.

The Mom replied by asking a few probing questions and informing me that she and Ameba had been attending a rather zen yoga class. According to the email Ameba wasn't too keen and to quote The Mom "she [yoga instructor] has taken to singing in the yoga class - kind of chanting singing get the vibes going I think - not really my cup of tea either, but whatever." Go The Mom!

The Dad - whose new glass business is his new toy and as a result of no longer spending so much time at home we now have a dog who is so sad she's on Prozac - gleefully began to inform me about all things glass. 

Now would be a good time to inform you: when Ameba and I were little and went to the National Museum we quickly learnt that if we wanted to find out everything about the history of printing we should head straight to that section with The Dad. And visa versa... I have an inkling that I'm going to become a bit more knowledgable about glass :)

But back to the story... The Dad also likes to let me know what he's been doing, including "just been to see the vet to change Baxter's food and I can see she making a nice reply to it in the garden." 

Need I say anymore???


Lucky

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