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After the journey back yesterday followed by a night at Groove, I was delighted to get home today. It's been a busy summer with work and play, seemingly bouncing from one thing to the next. I celebrated the thought of being in my own bed for more than seven nights in a row with a delightful afternoon nap. These happen so rarely that I always feel delighted and indulged when they do.

Today's jobs, aside from unpacking, were to pick the ripe tomatoes and clear up the cat poo from the garden. I don't have pets because I dislike the idea of spending years of my life picking up something else's poo, so I resent it even more when it's not my pet. Much muttering ensued.