A wet and windswept post-lunch selfie

DBH and I had been meaning to go for lunch for a while – but various things (primarily my having pneumonia and forgetting to send the invitation to lunch I had made in my online calendar to the person I was inviting to lunch) meant that today was the first time we managed it. Beijing Legend, as per usual; dim sum, as per usual; excellent, as per usual. Good to catch up with the gossip – and then he told me he is off to Europe in 10 days time, meeting his wife in Paris, his son in Amsterdam, and then training it down to Barcelona to see friends. I was, of course, apocalyptically jealous. This is the problem with taking your break at the start of the year.
 
Had spent much of the morning doing my NZ hours, slowly catching up on the ones I owe from being sick. Then in the afternoon, I watch Liverpool make public their ongoing malaise on the field. Although we won away in Atalanta, we went out because we cacked the bed last week at home. Poxy sport. Never liked it anyway.
 
Took Ottawacker Jr to his evening training. Now I am settling down with a large Pastis to watch something stupid, have dinner, and introduce my self to Mrs Ottawacker.