Sunday and I wake up again in the Forest of Dean and I am brought a coffee by my youngest daughter to rouse us. My partner and I share bacon sandwiches with our youngest daughter and her fiancé. More coffee, conversation and morning meds follow. By lunchtime we leave for home as our hosts go off to Wales to the Big Pit mining museum.
The drive home goes very smoothly with no need for a stop. I am proud that over both journeys to and from our daughters that I was able to restrict my wine intake to less than half a bag. A swift coffee once I am home and then I set about unpacking and then reorganising the now emptier unit in the back bedroom as we have delivered some of its contents to our daughter. I relocate the books that have accumulated at my end of the sofa since the onset of COVID and my confinement and loss of office to home working by y partner. I’m quietly impressed with my reading over the last three years. Of course, once I get to the point at which I can do no more immediate reorganising I resort to World Cup football. The rest of the afternoon and evening is taken up with football, doing the Tesco order and drafting the blog. I then relax and settle into watching Wednesday the Netflix Addams family spin off. Its excellently dark and ironic. Filled with dark humour I go to bed.
