Soo...I did say I might put a picture of John up. But I don't have loads, really. I mean, I don't take a lot of pictures of John, or of anyone, really. I usually take pictures of things. And I refuse to put up the one of him looking gorgeous in bed the other morning, gazing out of the window. It's not risqué or anything, but it's...well, not for sharing.
So, yes, had a lovely night away. The staff were lovely, the food was brilliant, the spa was amazing (and empty, most of the time! Why wasn't everyone in there??)
There was a hot tub outside. We walked serenely out to it. We ran back, steaming, before important parts of us crawled back from whence they came...
We went for a walk on Sunday morning, out to the coast.
I loved these groynes. Really green, knobbly. Beautiful.
We didn't stay on the beach for long - too bloody cold!
Sherlock needs a costume for his play. I think it's perfect he's a storm cloud. Very fitting ;)
He's grumpy about being at school still, but he's got not choice. He does enjoy it, when he's there. He's just tormented that somewhere else in the world, there might be fun happening. John has his work cut out, pre and post school. Although tomorrow is art club, so hopefully that'll use up some of his creativity.
Work was busy, but unremarkable. Had some more great results recently.
The other day the MPS helicopter took this picture. Anyone want to guess where it is?
Mum has moved into her new home. She is... well, she went. We'll see how she gets on. Nicky is sorting out her house at the moment.