What a strange week. Everything was strangely fluid. Plans changed, and changed again. Appointments moved, everything felt like a maybe. Then server nonsense of some sort or another sent the blog, and my patience, on a wobble. If you can read this, it means it’s working again.

As weekends go it’s been a good one: productive but also relaxing. Lots of time to lounge and think, and a tidy house and mown yard to do it in. The long awaited tea and cuddles with The Cop is tomorrow morning. Nothing like a Monday morning date to jump start the week. He will be finishing his day after working all night so it will either be brief (because tired) or he will nap and I can live tweet about how cute his snores are. Definitely holding out for the latter.

 

 

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