A bit of a grey day. 

After a long lie (holiday mode est arrivé..finally) I got wired in about drawing, laundry, last nights dishes etc.

She was on Her last day so came down in her lunch break to wind up proceedings here and get some miles in. 

Unfortunately as She arrived, so did the migraine so by the time I was conscious She'd exited.

I managed goulash/ meatballs (thankfully pre prepared) and Tom went to the first Gaelic football training in an age; Alex and I stotted up to Lidl for pistachios.

There was some late night vicarious drama as the lass came in having bruised her legs / had them bruised and She ended up trekking across the Meadows to get said leg x rayed. By the time the full story (so far) came out, it transpired she'd fallen in the late afternoon but had still managed to walk home at 10 and then decided she wanted to check whether it was broken or not....