Kate and me

Good god, why the hell do I look forward to holidays and enjoy being on them? Going back to work is so utterly grim that I think the net result is negative. That’s how it felt today, and then I dragged myself to the beach to whine with dramatic effect to my swimming chums (all the sodding teachers still lounging about). For about 3 minutes with the whining then had a marvellous time.

Home for some cobbled together with the no food in the house, bit of repeat taskmaster, we have tired a little of Peaky Blinders and are considering our next steps, Will and I. Then I went and bought all the food in the deserted supermarket. Deserted except for the small crowd gathered by the reduced to clear shelves, marvelling at the lemon humous.