With Silver bells and cockle shells

It was too beautiful a day to go to work, but sadly I’m not a millionaire so I got up off my arse and headed in.

Bean realised I should be home and so set a trap for me by laying flat out on the door mat so that i couldn’t leave. Sadly. My movement at the door disturbed her and she got up.

She then stood behind the car and I couldn’t reverse. But Boy came out and lifted her.

Dang. How the world conspires against me

Anyhoo. I give you my border. It has reached peak performance. It makes me smile when I leave. And when I come home.

You should check my extra photo .. we bought Boy a birthday present. (Well not really we just do birthday present when people want them)

This was neither needed or wanted but it gave us an amazing giggle.

I did my walk Along the banking this morning. It was glorious. Warm, bright no one there

I actually did a two minute meditation and finished it and woke to a Springer looking at me enquiringly (I say ‘woke’. I mean opened my eyes)

I worked considerably hard bearing in mind my apathy … I had two meetings which involved me being interested for over an hour and then I found a quandary. Which kept me Occupied until after Everyone left the office

Still thinking about it now. Even though the fact that I have just discovered that the bottom of my leg was dead due to me having a support on my leg on too tight