One rose. Two roses.

I feel agitated. I don't know why.

I feel agitated at work.

I feel agitated at home.

I just feel agitated.

It might be contributing to my tiredness or maybe the other way around?

I bought myself some pretty yellow roses.

The cat hasn't touched them. That's a first.

I have a boarder arriving from Australia tonight. It'll be odd to share our space. I'm so used to it just being me and the boys.

Until she finds work, she'll just be a guest and then she'll pay board ...

Life changes ...

Next jigsaw piece falls into place.

Dog washed. In the bathroom. Not outside. Too cold and wet. He smells of Head and Shoulders. Nice.

All quiet in the Barking house.

Fire not playing. I think I'll give up and just use the heatpump.

Red wine. Yes, that's what I need. I think I'll have a small glass and then a shower and then bed.

And now I'm drivelling on. I'll go do the things I need to do and leave anyone who is still reading this to their evening/day.

Night.