I don't think that I mentioned earlier that the lovely Smoers is working a few days a week in the same garden as I am.
Maybe today, towards the end of the day, I looked at Sarah and in my head started to sing O Tannenbaum. But instead of actually singing O Tannenbaum, I started to sing O Smoersenbaum. And without anything having actually escaped my lips I tipped over and started to laugh. Yeah. I might need to look at counseling again.
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