Bedding down

Started unexpectedly with a call from the BBC then a catch up with my neighbour's daughter. Her father, the focus of all the drama a couple of weeks ago, is still in hospital but doing well.

Work was off and on busy with much chat about SITP. However trying to get things squared away before I may have to be on jury duty meant it was 7 before I left. Pizza for tea. It wasn't very good. Like Molly slumped in front of the tv. Not in control.

It was warmer. The car, frost cold white in the morning, was back to its normal colour.