Why did the lobster blush?

A sunny and still day, just lovely on the beach. Rosie decided it was perfect weather for an actual, paws off the ground swim. Looney.

My available days left to me to prepare a variety of big work presentations and trainings are quickly diminishing. Soon they will be few enough to install the panic required actually to write the bloody things.

And the drawing room flooring man has let us down for this week. Me telling him about the weeping children who can’t have their tree up until he comes doesn’t appear to have made any difference.