Reality

Back to reality with a bump (soft landing) after our wonderfully exhausting weekend away.

Mr B to the airport (at the busy time of day -a few tense moments on the Périphérique - or "PerryFerryKuh" as the Google Maps lady has it. Though I don't need the directions, I do sometimes put it on just for the joy of hearing her say it.) Then home to prep for a sort-of-but-not-really interview phone call (I passed). The rest of the day was the usual home / work / taxi / shopping mix. With a teeny bit of gardening (indoor).

Back to the grindstone tomorrow!

This mirror, a recent vide grenier purchase, is destined for the shed terrace. Maybe tomorrow? (Realistically not tomorrow.)