Another hard commute

It's so much easier to forget all about work when I get home now that I have a decent walk first. And I get home at about the same time as the rest of family, and then it's not long till bath and bedtime. Next thing you know and it's seven o'clock.

H hasn't really noticed that we've moved house, even though her own commute has changed completely. She's doing all sorts of funny things and can point at her own nose, ears, eyes and head when asked. Poor cat is getting a lot of hugs.

Today's comedy commuter was a grown man on a push-scooter!