Pie, etc.

Metro, boulot, bobo.

(Ok, not metro.)

Life has a certain monotony just now.

The spanner has been joined by many other tools, making it hard to see whether the spanner is even a spanner any more. Tomorrow the whole thing has to be explained to big people outside of our little circle of (partial) knowledge. By then I have to understand what the heck is going on. It’ll be an early start.

But tonight there was pie, cabbage and wine - what more does a girl need?!

And now we’re under curfew. One last late night judo club for CarbBoy, then we are confined to barracks for the foreseeable.