like an excitable labrador

6:00 – Up, sitting, breakfast and H goes to work.

But I fail preparation this morning.

A day of colouring in. Possible oncoming cold. Also, a package arrives from Japan for H, which means (as usual) that I have to drop everything and dash for the door like an excitable labrador.

Sausage and chips for dinner (we usually both admit failure, dinner-wise, at this point in the week), then H plays some Yellow Magic Orchestra (CDs in the parcel) and I play whatever comes to mind from my iTunes library.