All gone

A long day. Starting and ending with a health update on a universally loved pal who has had a ridiculously awful run of luck.

In between there were ten video calls and some chat with a council tax administrator in Surrey.

By the time I sat down for dinner with Mrs Smith and the girls I was starving. And Mrs S had rustled up a delicious meal. So I scoffed it before I remembered to blip it. As you can see.