P is for pouch. It’s in italics as it was said, and written, very quietly. It’s one of those words I hate. I like kangaroos but I prefer that they carry their newborn in their pockets.
My Quandary is that after three days away in sunny, soaking wet, freezing cold, windy and hail pelted Cornwall do I work all day to catch up or do I spread the workload over the weekend? A decision has been made. This will be a Quickie because it’s almost lunchtime and I feel in the need of a little Refocillation, which means my strength will be restored through some refreshment.
I may not like pouch but I love quandary and refocillation.