So now I'm wondering whether Amelie is the French version of Emily.
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I had another strange dream when I fell asleep by the fire tonight. I was woken up suddenly as though I'd been shaken, and then I smelt something which was familiar but which I couldn't identify. Eventually I did: it was the scent of jasmine - the real thing growing on the plant. It's a very pungent scent, and one I've smelt only once in my life, until tonight. There is no jasmine plant in my house.
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And I saw the first two lambs of the season today. They're not quite this big yet, but they soon will be.
Their mother looked very smug.
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