Tuesday

Me and Fiona went for a swim. It was so cold. But also a bit wonderful with a beautiful sunset and the birds singing. As always glad we made it. 

Managed to get things done at work. Always good. But still a pile of letters to write which is always the hard bit. I need a good stretch of time to do them and there never is that so they keep getting put off and put down the to do list. 

After the swim home to dinner and some pottering. Francis out with the band, Sam ill with Francis' cold, Bryn readjusting to being back at home. Must be a very strange thing. I think we are all readjusting in our own ways.