Yesterday I had determined that I would catch up with some of my writing tasks, then Husband asked if I wanted to go for a ride in Brian (our open-top Beetle). I said yes without a blink.
That is why I am spectacularly unsuccessful at anything in life ... except enjoying it.
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This weekend Younger Son has been to the Bulldog Bash, a music and motorbike festival, apparently run by Hell's Angels. On Thursday night The Wurzels were headlining; on Friday it was Status Quo. He wasn't impressed with the Quo: all their music sounds the same he said. D'uh, yes.
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After nearly four months of working in Swansea, and mostly from home, from tomorrow, Husband starts working away all week again. We'll get used to it; we always do. It doesn't mean we enjoy it.
It's been lovely having him around.