Thirty-eight

My latest book was finished in the early hours of this morning. Bailey decided he’d like a garden visit at about half two and then I couldn’t get back to sleep but finishing this did the trick. Another book with a lighthouse but much more satisfactory than the last one. Plot and characters that I was actually bothered about.

As a result of the disturbed night, I wasn’t up particularly early. Bailey was walked and then I tackled the ironing pile and did some tidying in the garden. An afternoon and evening on the sofa but tomorrow’s forecast suggests being able to sit in the garden might be an option tomorrow.