Occasional table

Mr B is home, so there was an evening spent outdoors, on the new cushions, with a bit of decking that occasionally serves as a table, booking flights and sorting out the next, peripatetic, month.

Earlier, work, marmalade, then a trip to buy a cushion storage unit and collect Mr B from the airport.

Having put my ‘out of office’ email notification on, I feel delightfully relaxed.

This evening, the kids have made a tent fort on the sofa, and are only vaguely watching Jane Austen with us.