Drying up

Part of the morning walk to school routine is crossing Romney Bridge and commenting on the river level.

This morning we all peered over and through the railings and with much thoughtful murmuring, agreed that the river did look low. Because it was. So low was it, that when the breeze caught the water, it almost looked like the river was flowing north.

Like most, I’m not a massive fan of the rain, but if truth be told, we could probably do with some.

The working week finished on a high with news of a new deal coming in via our team, which will effectively “do” our target for July. Funny ol thing this work malarky, isn’t it? A short period of unbearable pressure, followed by another short burst of pressure alleviation. It’s no wonder I have no hair.

Really felt like I had earned my Chinese takeaway, which was eaten in good company in front of a re-watch of Palm Springs.