Got some friends coming over for dinner, which is all well-and-good except for the fact they arrive about 10 minutes after I get home. Generally feeling a bit tense as there are a lot of things I need to sort out before my holiday and I’ve had neither the time nor the mental energy to complete them.
Had Moroccan-style somethingorother for early tea with various trimmings. Was good, if not spectacular.
Waiting for R to get home imminently, going to try to get a cuddle out of him then get him ready for bed, then catching up on more skiing World Championships and reading.
Got the house to myself so I’m having some chicken noodles (smothered in colossal sauce ofc) and I plan to drink some beers and attempt make some music. There’s a good chance I’ll give up and play Monster Hunter at some point instead though. So very addicted.
Been waiting all week for someone to ask me that… It was great but… A bus driver drove straight past me very shortly after which like certainly killed my mood. Then i got the next one and drank a beer on the bus, it was ‘all gravy’ (not the beer, my mood) as the kids say.
I’m currently on the train in shorts and t-shirt cos i forgot my post-football coat. Only 1 more stop to go though.