I had the roof down on my car, first time this year.
We sat n the garden and had lunch in the sun.
I read all weekend – a book for an interview – whilst the old git fixed up the computers in various rooms.
I drove back to London, arrived by eight and have been unpacking, making up the spare bed for a girlfriend whilst snacking on tiny little tomatoes that are so sweet they feel illegal.
It’s 21.45 and I have to try and get through more of the book, so its goodnight from me and goodnight from her.