The 1st time in a while of having to get both lads out to school of a morning; they just about squeezed into their uniforms and dutifully trudged off with a spring in their step. 

WFH thereafter; I managed a jaunt to Cramond at lunchtime; after work, She decided that it was best not to dine at Hers with the lass due into school on Tuesday; so I took Her abandoned bike up to Her; stopped for 10 minutes and rode home as the rain started tot threaten.

Cod / wedges and Wolves v Liverpool until.... She announced Her intention to come down; swim then stop for the night after a warming shower. So at 2100 I found myself in the dark, on the beach, holding Her towel as she had a quick dip before an unexpected hour of chat on the sofa. 

I guess it''s Her way of coping / release; She's realised that the lad and the lass (under certain circumstances) will behave if She leaves them to it; the switch off / change of scenery that swimming and paddling gives just about keeps Her sane. 

In the same way, I found mysef tinkering with a canvas yesterday; spraying on the base colour; marking up the measurements in the sketch, ready to transfer it to the canvas; and today (see Billboard) I picked up the pink tape and applied some.... there is a light at the end of the tunnel that isn't an oncoming train. (Or maybe it's as well as?)