I'm on the 06.18 from Wakefield down to London on a Friday morning for a meeting at our London office. That means I woke at 2, 3.30, 4 and then properly at 5 to get the train. You look as grey and flaccid as I feel today, England.. A muted rainy smudge of misty greens, brick brown and purple hued steel sky.. Is this really summer?
Our 2 weeks in France seem a long time ago.. Was in fact last week, blimey..
Daughter Lian got the grades she needed to get onto the drama course at Coventry so she definitely off soon. And I'm glad to say I'll miss her.. Had she gone off in the height of her adolescent mood-fuelled tantrum world I would have waved her off with a smile and a sigh of relief. Now I'll sigh that 18 years were burnt up too fast and just as I am appreciating her company (and maybe vice versa) she is off. And that Joe is only 2 years from the same journey is still surprising to me.