Me and my girl

Saturday started with breakfast at the wedding hotel and continued with a damp motorway journey home in the largest of our fleet of cars - the King-size Peugeot 106.

M watched a bit of cycling then went back to that London. H saw a friend then came back for Pitta Pizzas (TM) and a Woody Allen movie.

This morning we ran around sorting things out (greasing the sportster, hanging the unused kayak up in the garage) before taking H to the station to go to London for a pre-Eurostar picnic. Felt a wee bit sad to say goodbye. Then I paid a visit to Ma who is doing well.

Back home for a quick run (well, a slow run).

Who knows where the time goes?