More colouring in, all day. It sounds like fun, until you realise you can’t move to the sand pit after you’ve had your orange juice.
I start cooking dinner, then H gets home, then while dinner is stewing I go out for a run, or a wobble these days, and then home, shower and serve dinner.
Then more colouring. I’m now about half way through, stuck into the most complicated one.
Pack the case to go to SW1R tomorrow, as it’s an early start. Which means I need to get up on time. Do you hear that, unconscious mind?