The Long Goodbye

Have you got everything?
Yes Mum.
Phone? Charger? Shoes?
Yes Mum.
Keys? Laptop? Phone? Charger?
Yes Mum.
Don't forget to send that email...
No Mum.
Got your keys?
Yes Mum.
Shall I text you to remind you to send that email?
No Mum.

etc etc.


Took the boy up to that Nottingham.
Got caught up in a Sikh parade. Everyone wearing orange scarves or robes. Barefoot people sweeping the road ahead of some more people carrying swords and then a sort of float carrying a guru followed by lots of other people. And they were handing out sweets to the people watching (and to those in cars caught up in the jam). For some reason, I found it very uplifting and I was grinning like a loon.

Back home to a house that seems a lot larger without M and his large collection of trainers that he uses to decorate the whole home. It's been nice having him around for a few weeks.

Then put for a run which was rather hard work until this track came over the headphones.

And, finally, watched Dr Who with a mug of hot chocolate and a packet of sponge fingers. Doesn't get much better.

Now off for a bath with an Inspector Montalbano book and a beer. Ok, it got slightly better...