Hello!! I appear to have handed my life over to my job. Not too sure when I signed it over - I blame the invisible ink on the contract. Lots of long days, travelling home on rather empty trains in the dark, turning the key in the door to a flat full of wonderful cooking aromas courtesy of Mr M. Too tired to turn on the laptop or pick on the phone. Time to catch the last few moments of MasterChef each night and whatever follows.
With weekdays a write-off at the moment, we tried to cram as much as we could into the weekend. Catching up with friends, quality time spent in the garden planting out bulbs for Spring (and then replanting on Sunday after the squirrels had dug them up) and birthday celebrations with the in-laws.
Sunday was spent sculpting the bay tree and entertaining a certain little chappy who needed quite a lot of jiggling.
And so, another week begins. Another late night home, a snatched phone conversation on the train and the alarm is set for another early start. And how dark that start was this morning. C'est la vie. The mortgage is getting paid and there is the Knitting and Stitching Show to look forward to. Hoorah.