Bathroom view

Seven o clock this morning with a little frisson of autumn in the weather. Atlantic air moved down. A cloudy day and a respite from the Saharan high pressure system.

Finally managed to sort out the VPN and our Samsung tv. Still only able to see the iplayer over the internet rather than through the app. Stumbled across the nicely done The First Team football comedy. It ticked me and Cesare the Italian coach’s parting words were a joy to behold.

The Boss was out early doors to help a friend and her cat to the airport and a convoluted journey via Paris and a ferry crossing to get said cat, Tony, to his new home in Exeter.

We seem to have spent the last three years in a state of flux, forever moving mountains of stuff between house, barn, flat, Airbnb and Edinburgh. Despite the space we have we are still up to our necks in it.