There's a lot to be said for waking up in your own bed, wrapped up in your own boyfriend, happy in your own city.
Even if you are woken up by a Sherlock travelling at high velocity.
But even that was kind of nice.
We had pancakes for breakfast, with fruit in them, and watched as the rain varied between hard and harder...with occasional moments looking as if it may clear up...before raining again. So baking was done, stories told, pictures drawn, pretend arrests made, some attempts at further dog training done (sadly Sherlock's wish to train them to bring him food keep getting thwarted by them eating everything that comes near them).
Still, it was just lovely being with everyone. We did get out with the dogs this afternoon - although we didn't let them off the leads, because of the massive potential for excessive mud rolling and general chaos. And the lack of a hose to wash them down with afterward.
And tonight...Mrs H is going to mind the boys, and Danger is letting me cook for him, at my place, to get a bit of time alone.
I'm thinking pork chops, blue cheese and apple sauce, veg and probably mash, or crushed and roasted spuds. Sound okay, Danger? You get to choose dessert...