Our first day back home, and after only four or five hours sleep, we were both pretty whacked.
But there were cats to collect and then wait on, and shopping to get, so after we had drunk our first coffee, Jools went to collect the cats, but on the way had bought some fruit and stuff to see us through the day so we could go shopping as normal on Saturday.
The cats were happy to be home, sniffing everywhere and generally pleased to see us and I guess to have the freedom to roam.
Before we left for the Arctic, it had been if not cold, but chilly for weeks, with that cold north-east wind blowing.
Well, since we left, that has stopped and the garden has exploded into life, the meadow a sea of ox-eye daisies, the Pyramidal has flowered, and maybe produced two spikes, as well as lots and lots of Corncockle.
And its warm.
Hot even.
Washing was done and clean clothes put away, and gradually the house returned to normal. But we did little else.
We dined on Caprese in the afternoon, then tried to stay awake, before I settled down to watch the England game in Malta.
Then to bed, to dream.
And see where to buy some new legs.
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