Strange skies...

I sneaked out early this morning for a cheeky Killigrew breakfast before my 9am massage. It was grand walking down the hill in warm sunshine and no little voices muttering at me...

I managed to spend the morning mooching around town with Clare and even squeezed in a haircut before Ben collected me and returned me to the joys of Asda, vet visits (Smelly Cat's first injections) and 4 grumpy children being forced to eat fish...

I'm now settled on the sofa with all 4 children tucked up in bed. We have wine, chocolate and 2 cats gently hissing at each other ready to watch the Olympic opening ceremony.

Realising I was blip less, I looked out the back door to see this sky. I knew a man who would probably have googled to tell me what was happening with fronts and stuff. I miss him.