The drizzle falls outside. It is cold. And it is grey. After a mainly glorious long weekend to celebrate the Queen's platinum jubilee it has turned into an underwhelming end.
Once again I'm reminded just how quickly the weekend goes even when it has an extra two days.
My sleep has been interrupted during the break by obsessional worries about work. Last time I worked it was a day of meetings, contradictory messages and doubt. What will tomorrow bring?
That aside I've had a pretty good time. My friend Charlotte came to visit on Wednesday. Hadn't seen her since August. We had a lovely Turkish dinner then stayed up late drinking Medoc. Getting a bit too old for really late ones.
The pub had a jubilee party on Friday and yesterday we attended my friend Mel's 50th birthday party. So a pretty hectic few days.
So today I'm taking things gently, quietly and slowly. Mozart plays, I've done some reading.
Later I will turn to dinner, slow roast shoulder of lamb today.
Enjoy your Sunday everyone!
I Heard a Voice.
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