I’m on the couch with Tilly asleep on me. I’ll have to move at some stage but I’m trying to avoid waking her.
Last day of work tomorrow. I’m over it all. Last time I felt like this was the last time I went to the USA. I resigned three days after I got back. I feel like I need to run away for a bit (you are of course welcome to join me if I do).
I’m having lunch tomorrow with Daryl, photography guy. He’s bobbed up looking for job. He can buy me a beer.
Hope the nieces are bringing you bubbles. x