(Pippette's got O**t*d tomorrow ... she's calm ... ish ....)
I had a good Lakeland walk yesterday with an 'interesting' descent (it wasn't too bad, just a sitting down scramble!). And I made my Christmas puddings on Saturday.
My colleagues went to Amsterdam. I chose not to because I'm anti-social and I've already been several times. It seemed like a lot of effort and expense for a very short time. Plus the thought of being in a gang of giggly women did not appeal. Plus, there's one I'd have pushed into a canal - even listening to the days beforehand (I'm getting my Euros tomorrow, is this liquid? is this liquid? what about this? aaaagh!)
... and Chuggy wasn't there to go and visit! (nice get-out there, Chugs!)
ive taken someone else's class. They are hard going anyway, but today was hellish!
Took some deep breaths, did the marking, felt a bit recovered. Drove past seven police police officers looking at the floral tributes, and got a bit tearful again.
Came home to find the poor cat dead in the garden ... He had got very weak in the last two days, we were just waiting for the vet to ring when his vitamin injection arrived ... He couldn't have lasted much longer, poor thing. He was 15 and he'd been a lovely, friendly and playful cat ...
Im watching Bake Off to end the day on a positive note ...