Invited out for a birthday surprise picnic yesterday - and went Boo-less. Turns out doing so feels marginally more odd than it does to attend an event pants-less, covered in Greek yoghurt, suspended from a car aerial.
With my return to work only 81 days, 7 hours and 43 minutes away (me? bovved?), Betty's Nan is at the helm every Thursday, leaving me to shower at my leisure, apply make up while not driving and emit a puke free odour. Kerchiiiiing!!
Me time.....I had a restful breakfast and a lovely cuddle with Boo. I pointed and laughed at people on Jeremy Kyle and spent a good half hour picking my nose, I mean...clothes. It was relaxing. It was calm. It was weird.