I was out for a few drinks with work last night, and I’ve woken with a cracking hangover this morning. I was the oldest there by far and I’m still revelling in the fact that they all thought I was about 10 years younger than I am. They were genuinely gobsmacked when I told them I’m old enough to be their mum (mums?).
I’ve got a list of things to do today, and have my best mates coming round later for food… We shall see how much I achieve. I remember drunkenly buying a half dead lobelia plant for £1.50 from Tesco on my way home, and sticking it out on the windowsill, so I need to see if that’s still alive as well. I’m hoping it might feed a few bees before it dies at least.