Waiting

As the kids start travelling independently, I'm spending more time here, at Toulouse arrivals. When I pick Mr B up he doesn't like me coming in, so I just hover in a parking spot of dubious legality until he emerges. But the kids get the full pick up service.

TallGirl has had a busy, though not entirely successful, day in Essex so we may be back there soon. Meanwhile I plodded sleepily through a series of calls and work tasks, picked up the rabbits, and grabbed a quick dinner with CarbBoy.

The gardener has re-scalped the garden, helping me see the neglect in the patches I asked him to ignore because I am going to deal with them. One day.

Driving to the airport I eschewed my normal podcasts, and listened to some shouty 90s music instead. It has put me in such a good mood that I think I'll ignore the news from now on and just sing tunelessly along to old songs. Hope the kids don't mind!