After Her exertions of earlier in the week, Sunday was not the day of rest but more the day of doing the rest of the things on her list.

Feeling a bit bleurgh I opted for a bus, disembarked at Tollcross for white spirit and was up to start the grey gloss on the wardrobe whilst She cooked various breakfasts for her kids and their hangers on. By 2 the painting was done and the house in order so we took on our lists and pretty much won. Town was busy but not chaotic, so steady progress was made. 
Back, laden, with bags. 
Roast was deployed, I got to escape to buy food things and then back for online shopping and dinner. 

I finally escaped for a 16 around 9, slumped, 45 mins of vacant staring out of the window. A hot toddy and warm covers but there was no will to watch MOTD. 
A slightly disturbing call after midnight ahead of G's Monday surgery.