Had four glasses of a nice red. Wife back down from Glasgow, after being the glue that's holding the siblings together on the one year anniversary of her Mother passing away. We raised a glass to her in the kitchen and continued chatting.
She was more emotional than I thought she would be (an error on my part). The sight of her elder sister, who now lives in her late Mum's house, waving her off as she journeyed south, set her off and she didn't stop until after one episode of Rick Stein (the Bordeaux one), and one Gogglebox (from 2 weeks ago).
I'm sat here listening to Grace Jones, having completed my weekend task list. Went to the tip today, with two Jack Russell's, positioning themselves ying and yang stylee on the front passenger seat of my Mini, whilst the rear section was full of cardboard and old IKEA bits that took far less time to skip than they did to build. I drove like I had a box of 100 eggs next to me and switched them into the back, and fully strapped in before we hit Pets At Home for poo bags, medicine (Frank's got a poorly undercarriage) and treats.
I'm going to take tomorrow off (aside from a couple of dog walks). Piece of hi-fi kit arriving tomorrow and that's my final treat to myself from the pay-off.
It's the utter opposite of that Sunday night work fear. I'm three stones lighter mentally. Me and the iron/hoover are routinely aligned.
I'm living off a budget, but it seems to be working. House is spotless!
