I’ve been tied up all week, the blog has been neglected and I’ve been tetchy for lack of me time; sunrises have teased, the sun peeping out for no more than a handful of minutes before disappearing behind a curtain of cloud. In what little time I could snatch I couldn’t even convince the giggly grouse
to play ball
It’s been a week of contrasts, the funny, the sad, the fantastic and the frustrating, the ugly and the beautiful; jaw dropping moments that perplex and perturb, juxtaposed with air punching YES! moments.
So tonight, I’m closing the door and lighting the fire, a bottle of wine and a curry* are calling me.
(*But only if I remember to get the chicken out of the freezer.)