It’s been a busy day following last night’s sleepover (not me). Horse riding (not me), gym (me), breakfast out (not me) and then a hike at Silvermine (also not me).
While it might not seem like I did a lot, I did provide lifts to and from most of the above.
And suddenly Monday is looming. How close? Well, I have switched the football over from England to Spain: the sporting equivalent of the Carte Blanche theme music for telling you that your weekend is over.
I’m having a quick glass of red wine before I head to bed. Numerous things going in for repair this week. More of that as they happen.
Right now, though, I’m going to doze off in front of the fire like an old man.