| | As opposed to in the bath, although that is on my agenda. Sunday morning is going at a very gentle pace, apart from the sound of high-speed typing in the kitchen as the Welshman and I sit ( actually, he's standing) at our respective machines and rattle along. We're listening to a live, accoustic version of Maroon 5's "Songs about Jane", which turned up on iTunes. I'm having a lovely escapist weekend, and I'm feeling rather more settled. Still occasionally teary and emotional, but generally settled and much more able to deal with wibbles. I've had job interviews, folks, and have more next week (and I shan't say any more. I am terrified of jinxing it all). Yesterday we just meandered around the place, failed to buy walking trousers, but did succeed in getting a copy of the original Brownie Story (the link is to the version I had when I was a Brownie, aged 7: nowadays, we have a version where Granny tells the story, and the children she is telling it to need to be reminded about not going into the woods on their own) by Mrs Ewing. Today we are supposed to go for a walk, but I honestly can't see it happening. And then I have to go home to London Town at 8pm, and, gosh, I'm going to miss the Welshman. Let's not think about that. He's singing harmonies to 'She will be loved' at the moment. It's very endearing. xxx |
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