I don't recognise myself in photos these days. Hagos assures me I look better in real life than I do in photos. Maybe it's because I'm overweight I look like I have a big jowly face?
Anyway, I feel better after my blue period, which only lasted a day.
I'm off work this week and it feels such a luxury to be at home with Meg, going to the gym and pottering around with my many projects. I finally got the house under control yesterday so can enjoy the place. My neighbours are away too, so it's beautifully quiet.
Meg and I slept in this morning until 10.30am! And I felt great when I got up. I always have particularly restful sleeps when Meg is beside me.
On Saturday night I went to my friend's house for dinner; then on Sunday morning I went to my all-time favourite coffee shop in Norwich, Expresso's. Afterwards I walked to the bookshop and bought some books, Miss Pettigrew Lives For a Day, by Winifred Watson, The Reader, by Bernard Schlink, and Behind The Scenes At The Museum, by Kate Atkinson. On Saturday I also went to the library and took out On Chesil Beach, by Ian McEwan and December, by Elizabeth Winthrop. I feel a keenness to read contemporary fiction again. Or, fiction that is currently popular.
And now I'm drinking a small bottle of red wine and working upstairs.
It's Keigan's 2nd birthday today. I bought him a Thomas The Tank Engine costume, similar to the one below, except it has a black cap. I hope he likes it.
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