Work in Progress

Another midweek day has come and gone. 

Apart from Junior bringing me a pizza for dinner, the day had little of interest. Needless to say that was entirely fine, because having pizza with my son is really all I need in life. 

As usual he had eaten half of his by the time I had finished one slice. He eyed up mine briefly, but I am careful to order one covered in olives, mushrooms and artichoke hearts. Not his thing. He did approve of my homemade iced tea and super-strong Americano.  

We have not seen much of each other recently apart from a few chats in Sheffield. He was in Barcelona the week after that, and I had gone in the other direction.

I got out and cut the grass in the afternoon sun, and that was rewarding because it had been a little bit wet in the morning. Blipped.