HappyGirl

(I'll get to the mug, I'm feeling a bit chronological.)

Admin in the morning - there seems to be endless amounts of it just now - then some necessary gardening out the the front of the house, pulling some of the 40,000 weeds that want to live close to my front door.  And so the French revolution podcasts move forward... (Robespierre just bit it.)

Off then to the airport (Toulouse, hurrah) to collect Mr B.  He had somehow forgotten our deal that, in order to avoid the shouting that results from a stressed SooB being told how to drive, he would eschew the free beer in the lounge and drive home himself (I may not have put it so reasonably or quietly when the deal was "struck").  And so I drove home.  And the car didn't overheat (yeah!)

Basketball for CarbBoy, then a slightly burnt dinner.  Just the welcome home Mr B was after, not.

The mug is a present for TallGirl - and she was as happy as a girl who's just been given permission to eat all the chocolate digestives she likes.  (Which she always did anyway, but now she has an arrow and everything.  So it's official.)