If only...

Such speed I could only dream of on my journey back to NE Essex. The M25 was misbehaving badly. I'd travelled to Dorking for a morning meeting via Basildon and my return in the afternoon can be best described as troublesome.

Daddy wasn't there to collect DD2 from school. Just as well I know this road well. Just as well I'd catered for plan B.

To end on a high note, I did have the pleasure to meet a seldom seen friend for coffee and a catch up at lunchtime and the meeting well too. Busy busy busy week.

I'm ready for a slooooow weekend.

Have a great one!

Oh by the way, I have a confession to make. Yesterday's blip was a bit of a cheat. It wasn't of a local meadow, unless you can count unkepmt lawn. It would have been meadow years ago but those days are long gone. The house deeds call for a sturdy fence at the bottom of the garden to keep cattle out. Bungalows built in the sixties led to passing cattle becoming distinctly scarce.

On yes and the sky beyond. Well its a sort of a sky. Egg shell blue, used in our daughter's bedroom and used here painted onto a board. It's an attraction I'm building for the school fayre.

Sorry. I couldn't resist.