Flower Friday

First bulb sort of coming out. Long stressful morning after a bad sleep. But the meeting was fine, calm and reasonable. Phew. Once that was out of the way (2 hour meeting though) all had an end of term feel, so a wander around the garden, which I haven’t been in much of late) uncovering the weed-raddled snowdrops and seeing what damage the hens have wreaked.

Between the crazy stress of the morning and the zen chill of the afternoon, helping TallGirl break French essay writing habits - the introduction is not just for definitions, and the word “I” is not verboten. Given the French (I think) invented the form, it is odd how differently it is done.

Later, after some less stressful work, a call with friends and now some snoozy telly.

Things are rarely as bad as you think they’ll be. Good job really. I’ll sleep well tonight.