We’ve got nothing but that’s alright
I’m sitting downstairs working hard (honest, guv) and I’ve just heard the unbelievably welcome sound of the ironing board being set up. Nick and I have been doing the tacit dance of Who Is Not Going To Do The Ironing for about a week now, and I honestly thought I was going to have to blink first, because I’ve actually run out of clothes.
So, with that minor middle class crisis out of the way and my wardrobe fully reloaded, how are we all doing? It’s been a run-ski-rugby kind of weekend chez nous and they’re always the best ones, even when Wales don’t beat France in the biggest stooshie I’ve seen on a rugby pitch in….oooh….quite a while.
A hard but disciplined (for once) run/hike up Mont Caly yesterday morning set me up nicely for an afternoon watching Scotland and Ireland do their thing against Italy and England respectively, beautifully annotated with the usual argy bargy with friends on various social media channels.
The price for all this high end revelry is a day at the desk today, but as I no longer have a clue what day it is, I don’t really care and nor does it matter. On a less frivolous note, aside from the ongoing global horrors, a number of people I love and care about are having a particularly brutal time just now. So to my friend and client who is in Poland with his Ukranian wife, desperately trying to get a visa to bring her daughter back to safety in the UK…to the friends who are variously going into Funeral Week this coming week…I see you. I love you. This too shall pass.
