Outside looking in

I popped down to the wine cellar - aka the garage at the bottom of the garden - where there are a couple of bottles of cheap but decent plonk in amongst the tools and toilet rolls. On the way back I saw TSM through the conservatory windows, bent over our jigsaw puzzle of London. It all looked so lovely and cosy. 

If you have a warm and loving home you are so lucky. I consider myself a very fortunate man.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Work is confusing and a bit flat but then I’m lucky to have a job. 

Sometimes being outside looking in makes you realise your good fortune.