MOVING DAY

What I fondly call my study has temporarily moved to the cloakroom/larder to make space for Canadians. I told the Prof I liked it and might just stay down here.  He protested I'd be too far away from him.  The man is a darling. 

Meanwhile , our Canadian grandchildren start their journey today, but won't be with us until Wednesday morning.  The world may be shrinking, but the Prairies are still a long, long way away.  I've been enjoying preparing their rooms. 

It has been a very odd day in the continuing maelstrom of our lives at present.  I don't think I have slept properly for two weeks.  It's odd how one can just keep going, bolstered mainly by the Prof's care and outrageous sense of humour.