How can a short week feel so long?!
It's 6:30pm and way past gin o'clock so I've just logged off my work computer and am going out in the garden for a drink before it gets cold. Lead the way, pooch.
I'd write more but, you see, there's a rather handsome man in my garden
and he's got a gin with my name on it.
We're going to Cambridge tomorrow for some shopping, lunching and, if the weather is nice, punting. Last time we went punting (at Stratford upon Avon) we collided with a tour boat on the water. It was very embarrassing. I was almost peeing myself with laughter (thus rendering self even more useless at steering) whilst he got progressively sweaty and stroppy. Should be fun!