Arrived home to find water dripping through bathroom ceiling, so supper, unpacking and chivving of offspring into bed have all been late and distracted. Finding a plumber on New Year's Day should be easy enough, shouldn't it . . . ???
Still feeling decidedly post-viral and even more decidedly middle-aged. I received some slippers for Christmas (I don't usually 'do slippers') - and (here's the really dreadful bit) - I LOVE them!!! I have 'done slippers' a lot over the past week. I have snored on sofas a lot. I have drunk many more teas than G&Ts. I have not been for any bracing walks, nor have I braved any shops to snap up bargains in the Sales. I have read quite a lot of books, though, so it hasn't all been a Bad Thing.
Jools Holland and friends are beckoning from the sitting room, so I am about to move on from one of these
to one of these
and then at 12.05 my slippers and I will be heading up the wooden hill with a[nother] good book.
Lots of good wishes from me and the Muddy Island to all my readers xxx
4 comments:
Happy New Year, Juliet, or Hootenanny as Jools would say! Have a wonderful year. M xx
Happy New Year, Juliet. Teresa
Happy New Year, Juliet.
I didn't even make it to Jools Holland, Juliet. How sad is that?
Despite my own lamentable failure to get stuck into the festivities, I do wish you a happy new year. And I hope that you found a plumber in possession of a sense of urgency but whose eyeballs didn't go into cash register/KERRCHING! mode when, on New Year's Day, you said that it was an emergency call-out.
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