What good is sitting alone on the shelf?

Yesterday, I rushed to Ikea to buy some shelves before picking M up from the station before dropping him off at Buckingham to watch the last rugby match of the season (his thumb is out of plaster but he's not back to playing yet) and then attend the end of season "disco". (It sounds very old-fashioned). Then home to assemble and fill the shelves. Watched an episode of the splendid House of Cards. Then bed.

Then we had to go out to Buckingham to pick M up at the end of the disco and to think "he'll have a sore head in the morning."

This morning, observed M's sore head and the disappointing lack of sun. Went for a run - not very fast but I didn't hang around too much either. Egg and chips then drive M off to rendezvous with his lift back to London.

Bits of paperwork and odd jobs, nipped over to see Mum.

The weekend is just about over and I feel knackered rather than refreshed!