Running Late

BB seemed a bit happier about things this morning.  I didn’t dare mention the cello, but TT said exactly what I had said last night, i.e. that he had NOT broken it.

I had a specific piece of work that had to be done today, but worked with one of my colleagues, and we got through most of it.  He will finish it off tomorrow morning when the final bits of information comes in.

BB had woggle trauma tonight.  We couldn’t find it, so he wasn’t going to go to Cubs.  Luckily I found it just in time.

I have some jumble sale chores to do tonight,  and I haven’t even started sorting out my jumble.

Even though we were running late for Cubs, I stopped to get a blip of the sunset as I looked along our road.