Being all domesticated and doing a spot of sewing. (Sleeve of a shirt that got ripped in a scuffle a few weeks back.)
This has meant that John and I each received the 'gift' of a kumquat which Sherlock had dissected and sewn back together. Yum. Well-handled and post-operating-theatre kumquat is my favourite.
Some of you will read that I had a...conversation with Mum today.
Have since heard back from Rach, and Mum is fine. I mean...well, she's not, but she didn't have another stroke or anything, just the usual. She's...angry about a lot of things. And doesn't yet want our help. Or my help. Not quite sure which. We are too alike sometimes.
Our tomatoes down at the allotment have lots of flowers on them - we spent a fiddly time trying to tie them to stakes the other day.
Here's an Alp. And a bit of a plane wing. Sherlock was rather desperate to be closer to the snow.
Mind you, the night after we got back there was some docu-thing about a pilot who was sucked out of his plane when the windscreen burst out, at 17,000ft, and only saved by one of the cabin crew grabbing his legs and hanging on to him until they landed...it was sort of interesting, in an overly dramatic way - but I'm glad we didn't see it before we flew anywhere.
And a view from a little village near where we were in Italy. Really feels like we were tucked up just under the clouds. Stunning little place, 360º view of the surrounds.
Now off to snuffle around the kitchen cupboards for something tasty to eat, as the jammy dodgers are a distant memory and John's tucking into his chilli-choc truffles (their temp rating was 'your chair will be on fire'....I'm not scared by that. Much.)