I’m not quite sure where the time went these last couple of weeks, but here we are at another Sunday. We’ve spent quite a bit of the time watching a new family of kittens that have taken to playing on the flat roof of our garage. They’re almost obscenely cute scraps of black and white fur and just delightful to watch.
Another quiet week. Streamed tired on Friday night, so quite a bit of pilot error with the looper, but folk still seemed to enjoy it.
A bit of a mixed week, mood wise. Capped by a great day’s singing and chatting in Peterborough yesterday.
It’s great to get out of the house sometimes. Gill coped really well by herself too – I’m a full time carer, but it’s definitely good to know that I can have the odd day off without it completely buggering things up.
A quiet week. Had to cancel Friday night’s singing session with Emily – initially because Emily’s still recovering from COVID, but on the night itself, my diabetes meds decided to give me hellacious indigestion. Ozempic/semaglutide might well do wonders for my HBA1c readings, but it can’t half mess with my guts as well.
Oops, missed a week; seems I didn’t have anything interesting to say, or I was too busy doing stuff to write about it. Probably the former.
Not a bad week, this week. My step daughter and her family called in on their way back from holiday on Friday night and we spent a pleasant evening with them and a few Cawleys who were knocking about, sat outside the Wool Market. Mostly good food, but apparently the Greek place isn’t that good. Rustic Pizza is still good though.
Three weeks on the trot. Definitely calling that a win.
Also, Good Omens 2 is a delight. Still enough of Terry’s character hanging
around it, and the new writers help it not feel too Neil-y.
Small victory of the week: Actually got off my arse and did something about selling off my old Magic the Gathering cards. For my next trick, I hope to do the same with my collection of [mostly card] magic books.
Small victory of the week: I’m starting to get on top of the washing