Selling the news. Please, Daddy

8:30am and taking the weeWeir to nursery before I head to work.

Mrs theWeir was working on a very busy night shift in Labour Ward so would have been particularly dangerous behind the wheel of a car at that point in time.

A nice day, all in all, got things done at work, went for a run in the rain at lunchtime, taking me up to four runs in five days. Which is madness. But good too.

Home at a reasonable hour, some light packing and then a quiet evening.

Feels like I'm on holiday now. Which is nice.