lazy sunday blip

It’s around midday.  We’re chilling in the shed with windows watching a Great Tit on a food run to the bird house on the other side of the garden.  Anniemay’s flips have well and truly flopped. I pick up the phone and blip.

The gig last night was in Leicestershire which meant a very late night; like early hours of the morning.  Dan was flying home this morning from a wedding in Cyprus and wanted picking up from Stansted at 8.00.  Goodluck with that then.

We’ve barely finished breakfast (around 10.00) when big brother Chris deposits a bleary-eyed Dan on the front door step.

Dan; I’m fed up with travelling”.

Anniemay; “I’ve done enough trips to airports these past few weeks.”

Neither of these comments bode well for either of them.  Dan’s latest employment plans involved significant periods of time spent in 3 countries.  And Anniemay seems to have forgotten that this time next week we’ll be heading down the M1 to Gatwick airport enroute to Norway.