Same old

Vide grenier today - oh how I have missed haggling with folk over old dusty junk. Inevitably, lots of plants came home, and a goldfish bowl for a terrarium.

Later, the heavens opened, and later still I cleaned the house.

Then, off to the airport to collect Mr B in what felt like a familiar routine, though I had to remember it's a school night and not the usual Friday night pick up.

It feels like life paused in March 2020. Time to un-pause.