Thirty-one

My first book of the holidays has taken me a while to finish relatively speaking. I actually finished it last night and enjoyed the premise but wasn’t enamoured with the protagonist and felt the ending was a less than satisfactory. The timing of it means that I can take new books on holiday.

A day of little jobs, house tidying and packing by degrees. I did some shopping and collected some insulin for Bailey this morning, hoovered, ironed and washed the kitchen floor whilst gathering things up. Bailey was quite disconcerted by it all, particularly when I was putting things in the car but was more than happy to trot round to see his favourite people this afternoon. A good catch up, lovely food and post-travels plans for two more trips before the summer is done made for a very good evening.