Nine minutes to eight

The morning beach has been a joy this week. Perfect tides and a beach full of people just walking their dogs so plenty of chats and running around every day. I will leave you to your own conclusions how Rosie and I each occupied our time.

Full on mental, squashing panicky work day. I was v surprised when it was suddenly 2oclock and then had to firmly remove the thought that perhaps it was too lovely a day to work.

Tomorrow though is the start of a little mini break. Interspersed with a day in the office, obvs.

I need July to skip on through quickly. Then I can get back to my normal dossing about.

Oh, and we saw daisy briefly at 11am when she summoned her dad taxi for collection before retiring to bed. I believe the after party took all night. That’s the way to do it!