Sam's rucksack.

Sam is off to Scotland again. This time not on his own so not quite as anxiety inducing as last time but even still. This is his rucksack. He swears it's not heavy. 

A quiet day at home where I only left the house to pick up a parcel from the corner shop. Stayed in bed all morning, drinking tea, reading my book and snoozing. Very nice. 
Once up I washed, finished the painting, cleaned and sorted my little office and cooked dinner. Francis came back from work and once he had got
 over the mini panic of not being able to find his passport he finished rendering the pizza oven. He's really pleased with his work and feeling a bit more hopeful we can get it all finished and start to put the house back together again.  Me too. 
Watched yesterday's stage of the Tour and bed.