Living the dream.

Noo got cold enough during rugby training that he was reduced to tears. We warmed him up in the bath, and I brought hot chocolate and a cheese toastie; he was keen to soak for a while.

I woke briefly at 2am ish and then again at 4.39am. This is actually a big improvement. I have had waves of grief this weekend, I don’t know why, but this morning was particularly bad.

The sun is out now. I went for a walk / run- ish. And that is it. The weekend is almost over again.