The Calm Before

the big weekend ahead.

I was up and out first thing - bloods done, massive shop done, cake confirmation done, lemon drizzle  done, roast veg done, gigantic roast ham done. I’m think I’m done and we haven’t even started yet.    It’s an early swerve towards the vino tonight.

D is besieged with equipment carnet-carnage ahead of his trip away, and the trainers he ordered have arrived in the form of a pair of cheap sunglasses. The seller’s website mysteriously disappeared overnight. From recent experience, the terrier approach works best - they rely on you giving up. Game on.