Merrily, Merrily

Entering day 3 without power.  Overly kind neighbours insisting on providing a generator while M has a hard time saying no.  Countdown of inconvenience on as we prep for the London departure.  The Alexander Keith’s 12 pack gone in two nights, not sure how to approach that.  Left arm heavy after dose 4.  Hermitage for old stories of Blueberry Tea and new ones of Zanzibar and Zambia and Anderson.  How wild, the life, and then to return and know the responsibility.  

Singing songs in the bathroom, the memory of it just one more in the long progression, the jumping and the smiling and the strolling.  A nice day, shame about the last bit.  And the eyebrow comment, attacking the mind.  The sensitivities, forever a balancing.  Let’s hope for a pass tomorrow.  She deserves it.  

Counting down the things to do.  At least the hearing was completed before the storm.  Timing has been there, let’s ensure it continues.

Until the Thames with this family of three.  Imagine.