Wake up early, and unusually switch on the telly. Am sleeping alone at the moment. when H snores I can't sleep, so I nudge her and she wakes up, and moans, goes back to sleep, snores, gets nudged and so it goes on. Are seperate beds the future? Hmmmm.
Watch Andrew Marr. Peter Hain seems to be in trouble. There's a certain smugness about him in his Boss suits that make it hard to feel a great deal of sympathy for him. He spent £100k on his campaign to become Labour deputy leader (what a job, eh!) more than all of the other candidate's combined, and managed to finish 5th.
Cameron was the next guest, and that was enough to have me burying my head in Collarme for an hour.
I was stirred into action by S, who cheered me up no end. she had to go to work at 12, but could we do a driving lesson first? I was well chuffed that she was so keen. We went to the sports centre and practised her steering for half an hour.
Later in the afternoon we actually made it for a walk in the woods around Hughenden manor. It was nice to get out into the country again. Dan keeps pointing out that he is now taller than me. It seems a bit intimidating.... just get the feeling that you are not the top dog for very much longer, if at all. I know how those bull sea lions must feel as a younger one threatens their position. Already he automatically assumes the front position in H's car.
Got home and cooked the Sunday dinner. Another weekend and nothing done with regard to sorting the place out. I wonder if we'll die with the place no further forward.
I tried to book the hotel in marrakech yesterday, but the booking didn'y go through. I emailed the hotel direct (with all the details including credit card) but have as yet received no reply. Maybe that wasn't the best thing to do.
Ah well it's 1:42 and a new week beckons, and a worryingly quiet one too.
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