Saturday afternoon

Fluffy onesie, a bowl of lunchtime pasta, your dog and Ghostbusters on the telly. I had no onesie but similarly comfy clothes, knitting and a little gin and tonic. A perfect set up. It wasn’t the right Ghostbusters but was ok ish. Then most of Apollo 13, homemade pizzas (where actually I impressed myself with the final products) and later It which I owe Daisy as I wouldn’t let her go and see it on a Monday night a few weeks ago with her friends. I can’t remember when I last had such a completely nothing day, it’s been very nice listening to the howling wind. I vaguely considered going to look at the sea at high tide but actually couldn’t be arsed.