Home sweet home

I get it.

I think I finally understand why some blokes get obsessed with cars and spend their weekends cleaning and polishing and waxing and loving them.

After a very early run for a Saturday...Pip forgot we are allowed a lie in on the weekend...I decided to wash the car. Didn't quite have enought time to polish it so I went training, then met the gang for coffee and cake and then headed in to Newark for a mooch. Bought some awesome shoes, bargain chop down price from £120 to £30!! So high I think I'll probably break something but who cares!

Came home, did some gardening and then decided to polish the car. It's addictive. It starts to gleam and then you notice the next bit that isn't quite shining so you polish that bit and then you clean the glass and then you hoover inside and then and then and then....

And then you decide to strim the side of the garage so that you stop getting stung by nettles every time you get in the car. And then as you watch the cut grass fly into the air and glue itself to the side of your beautifully polished car you SWEAR LIKE A TROOPER and then polish it some more and buff it and polish it and....

Then you slap yourself silly, pour a glass of wine and chill in the garden!

We went for a late evening stroll, watching the sun set. Thought this would be a nice reminder of home. We are really missing you. I'm really missing you.xx