Drawing

No.2 sent me a picture that a street artist had drawn of Malcolm and Elliott.

OH played golf in the cold and I took myself off to BW.  I am not sure why but it seemed a good idea at the time.  Cue more tears as I wandered around the shops thinking Aimee would like that........ and then feeling sad that I wouldn't be able to buy her nice things any more.

Home for a quick turn around and then up to see J for tea and (horrible) cake.  She is a sweetie and means well but sometimes I prefer my own company.

Day done