Monkey’s Breakfast.

Apparently that’s what the weather has been like - a monkey’s breakfast. At least that’s what the hygienist called it when I was at the dentist yesterday. She was surprised no one had ever heard of that saying before. I’m going to start using it, see if we can get it in the Oxford English.

While it was sunny ( and mad windy) we went for a little sojourn with the LJs to get Arti registered. So he is a real boy now, Pinocchio. Popped into a lovely little cafe on the way back for a coffee to mark the occasion.
Had a quick Aldi visit on the way home to top up the wine rack.

Getting a bit anxious about the job Jess applied for as she’s heard nothing. Tbh I’ll be somewhat pissed off if nothing comes of it as so many of the department were encouraging her to apply, including the HoD.