But first, some thoughts on the weekend. The gorgeous husband and I had no plans on Friday or Saturday and I had done all the food shopping the day before so a glorious two days' worth of time stretched ahead of us. What did we do? We dug and weeded and cleared and planted and watered and tidied and shovelled. Then we groaned and moaned and ached and complained and creaked and croaked and (one of us) cried that our bones would never settle back to their old places. As a result, the garden looks absolutely fabulous and we don't.
On Sunday, we went to the wonderful neighbours for birthday bbq lunch. JD is French so you always know the food will be exquisite - how can that even apply to his bbqs? Anyway, we left four hours later, stuffed full of delicious things and blobbed on the sofa for a few hours with all the Sunday papers. I am a complete print junkie - always have been, always will be - so this was a heavenly end to the day and I even stopped whining about my aches and pains for a bit.
Now, back to work - this week I'm going up to Birmingham again, to deliver a course to a favourite client, but one that I haven't seen for a while. So some catching up and I'm starting to use the journey much better. I know so many landmarks these days and there's something soothing about knowing where you are as the train hurtles past certain places. On the way home,my thrill at seeing the new and magnificent Wembley arch never pales and after that the back of the Roundhouse tells me my parents are nearby and that I'm almost at Euston, which means only another ninety minutes to the sea-side and home!
Take care, see you soon,
Angie
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