Here we are on a Sunday evening; magazine done for the week and dinner nicely digesting.
It’s been a hectic weekend, from rushing around on Friday, talking, schmoozing, eating, delivering and finally giving blood. Yes, I finally managed to spill the red stuff in Bexleyheath. No fuss. No waiting.
On Saturday, we had a family day out to buy padded envelopes, monster Lego, schoolbags and groceries; together with a chicken dinner for four.
So, that’s that then. A week to go before Easter and PJ’s birthday; her 35th, again.
Speak soon.
