Well. I think I have to take it back for all the weeks that I’ve said it’s been a bit of a week. This week just gone, has I think, topped them all. Who would have thought everything would have changed so quickly. I haven’t quite processed all of the information from today’s Boris-conference, and living in ignorant bliss is quite nice for the time being. Inevitably the events of the week will slip into this post at some point, but it’s my intention to skew it to the positive things that have occured in the last week.
And there’s nothing more positive than an apple cinnamon chelsea bun, even if it meant a very-early-for-me-start. Thursday saw me meet a work colleague for an early ‘breakfast’ meeting close to home, before heading to work. Add in a window seat, which our work bus goes past, was a great vantage point to plan how to take over the world (we might have failed) and to wave to colleagues on their way to work - this at least, was much more successful.
I do wonder what our colleagues thought though, I’ve not seen them yet to discover. Friday was supposed to be a day off, but with work ramping up in a way I didn’t think possible, I ended up logging on for half a day before we packed up the car and headed to Norfolk for the weekend. We left home about eleven, and I’d already managed half a day’s work, yes, on my day off. This virus (yes that one) appears to be trying to convert me into a morning person.
Saturday didn’t turn out quite as planned either.
Work kicked in then too. And it took much more time than I first thought. Which given we were at my parents was trickier than being at home, well for me at least. They were ever so accepting of it, and we changed our plans several times during the day. There was a lot of tea and cake, which helped. Well it would, wouldn’t it?
MOH managed a couple of bike rides, which given the weather seemed optimistic when we left home. Even though he sent me the sunset picture above, rather than me seeing it for myself, it helped. Well it would, wouldn’t it?
On Sunday we did get out - in the rain - to pick up some shopping for essentials and to the hat shop. As you can see I left with one, but so did MOH. Now we just have to hope that the wedding can go ahead as planned.
It is very strange times though at the moment, isn’t it?