Sundays!

When I was little, I went to Sunday School, but from my teenage years onwards I started to dread Sundays. I think this was partly to do with having to head back to college (I lived away from home just after turning 17). I stopped feeling that way for a while, but I can’t remember when I started to find Sunday depressing again. I suspect it was when my mum passed away; I always called her in the evening whilst I was cooking our meal.

Anyway, ZQ has kept me busy today! I went for an 11 mile run this morning, and then morphed into his taxi driver for the day - to Uckfield, (and back for me), (back to Uckfield for me and Noo) back from Uckfield, and to the pub!

Meanwhile, GravyC ran himself into the ground on the South Downs..

This box was a birthday present from ZQ - not sure what to keep in it….