The Homecoming

Suddenly, so much to do, like buy things for the fridge and flowers for dotting about the place. But that wasn’t the end of it. Noooo. I had to do a washing, run about with a duster, get the hoover out and clean the bathroom. Luckily I still had enough time to get over to the boat and unravel more of the mysteries of the 12v circuit.
But not for long, as MrSitting announced over the airwaves that he could ‘squeeze one in’ before First Aid Kit at the Usher Hall. So, before long, we were amongst the teatime pinters at the Diggeries, with MrT too. In the event I managed to squeeze more than one in before legging it to the daughter’s to entertain the moggy awhile.
Home! Wash. Spruce up. Candles on. Coffee cafetière filling the house with a delightful aroma. Twas just like that Gold Blend advert with me as the tart.