This evening I stumbled northwards to my old manager’s house, a block away from ours, to share some limoncello and reminisce. We had a good chat about work, health, and my poor luck with cars, and then I stumbled back down to my own house.
The kids were asleep. I’d read them some more of the Lord of The Rings (doing Orc voices is hell on my throat) and persuaded them to draw Aragorn and Legolas (which had to stop when Frogmorton started trying to eat all the pencils). So that’s a good start to the weekend…