Hello. In the morning I began emptying the kitchen food & baking cupboards. Then Fred, cycling home from the shop, trapped his finger between bike and a bollard. So I ended up taking him by bus to the walk-in. It wasn’t damaged thankfully.
I have been for a lovely lunch with my friend at our café.
She has taken the finches too. Then I had a lovely peaceful phone chat with precious Sam, about each of us looking for our future homes. Obviously I’m rather tired from all the activity, socialising, sorting, and there is general background tension over the whole massive job of it all! So it was soooo fab to have a peaceful convo with no people’s expectations of me to be either cheerful or tearful! I’m quite flat emotionally through tiredness and these eyebags ain’t helping! It might be an allergy – possibly I’ve become allergic to living in Britain.