The Bear is back in town

He always leads me astray.

Today was many things. One one level - the moving furniture, emptying baskets, running up and down stairs and getting tired level - it was hard work.

On another level - the whole family getting dragged into moving and dis-assembling cupboards in tight spaces and getting grumpy  level - it was like an episode of Friday Night Dinner. One of those occasions when you realise that the world is really quite silly.

On another level it was sheer bloody frustration as you ended up spending two hours working on stuff that has a deadline that you couldn’t squeeze into last week. I hate bringing work home at the weekend. 

And on yet another level - the catching up with an old friend over too much wine level - it was just a couple of old farts drinking long after everyone else had gone to bed...