The look of love

Not for me, for my scrambled eggs on toast. He did get some.

It's been a whirlwind of a day and not just the weather. I'd postponed a trip to see Grace and Harvey to attend a meeting which was postponed to... you've guessed it already...when I'd postponed my trip to. Hmmm.

Having a bonus morning I've shopped, laundered, cooked and cleaned while Martin emptied and repacked the utility room. He's done a fantastic job.

A true sign of being middle aged being happier with a tidy up session than a romantic meal. True love