I do love Saturdays.

Had a nice (by nice I mean not-too-long) lie in, then got up and did a thorough clean. The house is looking fressshhh. Sat down to celebrate the cleanliness with a cuppa and a muffin, then Francis got home from Cambodia.

There were stories about street food and snakes and dramatic flights... But most of the discussion revolved around Game of Thrones.


The Winchers were all gonna come and visit today, but Peter and Jess ended up stuck in London with all the trains cancelled. Lily and Tom got the Tube so we still managed to meet them, first for a wander around the Oxford Folk Weekend (so many Morris dancers), then a picnic in Christchurch Meadow, then a coffee in the Old Fire Station.