A day of rest....

Saturdays are supposed to be restful aren't they?

Mine started early and finished early. It included driving to see Gran, a spot of major landscaping in her garden, putting together flatpack kitchen cupboards (why are there always bits left over...what is that about....?), driving home again, packing for the next trip, going to G and J's for lovely dinner, seeing Andy and Emma playing chess and not getting home till 3 in the morning.

Whats restful about that?

Dinner was lovely though, thank you Jo.

Incidently, chess a turned into stalemate because either G or Andy kept knocking the chessboard over. I'm sure I was winning up until that point.