Hurrah for ironing.

Oh yes, all that work continues. It’s nice that the Britten is resembling a book, though, even if only onscreen. Stuff gets sort of finished, to be finally delivered on Monday.

I do get to the gym again. This is some kind of record for recent months.

I elect to chill out in the evening watching entertaining trash while I’m doing the ironing, but there is no sign of anything that might be described as entertaining trash. So.

Ironing gets done, though. Hurrah for ironing.