well, not really. Kids are upstairs and cat is underfoot. But Tim is away, doing familial visiting things (grandfather is in hospital with a broken bone in his back) so I’m downstairs alone. Can’t even keep myself out of mischief by working – connection to work is absolutely dire (or I was going to catch up on a few bits, it’s been hectic).
So I’ve rung the evening team and pestered them (they know I have no life), can’t find the dvd one of them loaned me (how bad is that???) so can’t watch that either – must be time for another cup of tea.
It could be bedtime, but I won’t be able to get to sleep yet. Hate knowing that the bed is going to stay half empty.




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