Finally it is Friday. This has seemed like such a long week in part because it's been half term, but also I feel like I haven't had a chance to draw breathe since before W went to NY.
I know she is not everyone's cup of tea, but Celine Dion's performance of Hymne a l'amour from the Olympics opening ceremony is a highlight of the year for me. I love it. She's amazing.
Once again I appear to have slept through an amazing northern lights show.
I had grand plans to finish sorting my wardrobe this evening (I started this morning before work and continued throughout the day), but alas Child 1 smacked the teenager button hard today and I'm done in. It's wine and Gilmore Girls to save my sanity.
The so-called 'poppy season' in Britain is *always* highly charged. This year, it will be even more so. Please consider a white poppy, either on its own or in addition to a red poppy. It stands for three things, and has been in use for nearly a century. You can purchase a white poppy from ppu.org.uk
How is it only Tuesday? I swear the time goes more slowly when @williamkilbride.bsky.social is away in a different time zone.
Managed to spill coffee down my front. Yay me. At least it was lukewarm.
A lovely colleague told me this morning that I looked very elegant today. This is what happens when I brush my hair and make sure clothes are clean and match.