Left home at 5.45 this morning to get Julia to work. Face was a bit puckered – felt like I’d been sucking lemons after a night of saline mouthwashes. I’m due at the dentist on Tuesday for round two of the epic tooth tug and want a nice clean mouth.
Went to the airport after that to pick up Number Two Son. Arrived 6.30. His relief was late and we didn’t get away until nearly 8.00. I used my time wisely – having taken a notebook with me, but the sunrise was a depressing, though dry, grey, so no photography.
We got home at 8.45, after a detour to reurn his office keys when he realised he still had them in his pocket.
Fortunately we hadn’t gone far.
Wrote this, mentally ticked another day off my 100. Going back to bed now and will hopefully rise, refreshed, to do the shopping.