Domestic bliss

At some point, life has to return to normal - perhaps it is a process rather than an actual point in time.

I went back to work today.

I had a new room, which I like, and I found cards and gifts on my desk. I had a reduced diary, for which I was grateful, but I
struggled a bit on my lunch break; this was typically when I spoke to my mum on the phone.

An early finish meant that the evening routine has been more relaxed.

Ham hock and salad for dinner. I don’t know what ZQ will be having; he’s in Morocco!