This was photo 118 today. Perhaps I should have donned a singlet and a comedy moustache...?

School drop off and into the office; at least it's a quick, quiet commute once the school's are in. Except for bumping into Arclight at the bottom of Broughton Street (she too was heading into work), it was an uneventful but pleasant cycle in.

And so to write up 3 days worth of reports...

Lunchtime we held hands in the sun on a grassy bit (not a knoll) out that east wind; chatted and plotted. As we do.

Then more of the same before speeding down a very congested road home and picking up the boys.

Cottage pie into the oven whilst I stewed rhubarb with ginger and star anise; went well with a dollop of Greek yoghurt.

The folks' house is on the market; looks awesome from the aerial drone shots. My childhood haunts are about to vanish from reality into memories.