The final piece

I was confident the house was clear of Lego now but this guy popped up when I was organising my sewing corner. All of the nostalgia plus a nicely organised area- win win. A newly recognised joy of having a lovely lady who comes round to make everything clean means I can move up Maslow’s hierarchy of needs and do clearing and sorting. I’ve been up in the loft and everything.

And then it was the the Formula 1 end of term party which I thoroughly enjoyed. All done until March now, I couldn’t bring myself to pay all the money for Silverstone next year, instead am skirting round Imola or Baku for the adventures. Or just the telly obvs.