Moving House

Big Sister has moved house.

Just up the road.

I did a bit of lifting, moving, unpacking, replacing.

Not a lot, but a bit.

This is the view from her lofty bedroom.

Came home and was hit by a wave of the lurgy.

Have spent all afternoon in bed but have just surfaced, to be immediately invited to help make the tea!

No peace for the wicked and all that.

Have been reading Sex, Lies and Handlebar tape about Jacques Anquetil which is very absorbing but read most of The Idle Traveller this afternoon, in between snoozing.

An essay in mindfulness really.

Off to the kitchen!