Minimal

'Tis ever thus that time deserts me and I am left wondering where it all went. (Realistically I just need to not expect to achieve five million things in the space of 9-10 hours.)

But it has been a lovely day involving writing a letter to my uncle, a little walk around the lake, a few bits of adulting and an attempt to embroider on my knitting (not perfect but new skills never are and I'm pleased with how it's turning out).

Now D is on the way home, we will have leftovers of soup and his pretty homemade bread, and a quiet evening togther.