Wordsworth's wife was Mary Hutchinson, right? His sister was Dorothy and they all lived at Dove cottage in Grassmere. Annette Vallon was his French lover and mother of one of his children. Yesterday I went up to the lakes in search of daffodils. This was the wrong decision. First of all there are very few daffodils in the Lake district and secondly it caused no end of trouble. Ade and Sue were are up for the weekend and I should have spent time with them. I made a mistake. Back home everyone seemed to fall out with everybody else, especially me.
Today I'm going to watch them play football and wander up and down the touch line shouting encouragement. It's mothers day too, so hello mum, and I'll call you later. Also Anne mother of my children, and Emily, mother of my grandson. Love to you all and hope to see you later.
I wonder why life has to be so complicated?
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