As I prepare my photographic entries for the village show tomorrow, I can see from inside that outside there is a rain soaked sky beginning to turn blue. The phone rings. It's a neighbour.
'Go outside,' they say. 'There's a rainbow.'
'And?' I reply, pretty non-plussed.
'It's upside down.'
Sure enough, there is a prismatic smile overhead.
So what's all that about?
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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