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I'm home. It was a surprisingly swift trip and I will try to blog about it later on. I want nothing more than to drink my coffee, eat my toast and catch up on things at the moment.

Better Half kept the house immaculate (he must have hid the kegs and dancing girls) and the dogs are behaving themselves (indubitably hung over.)


It feels good to be back. I'm already planning my flower beds, plotting to repaint the living room, and pondering cleaning the carpets.


'Tis good.

Mum's post-op(2) appointment is this morning. I'm hoping that everything goes well. I miss my parents.

Better Half is pestering the hell out of me, although I do not mind. I have to retrain him to keep the damn Pomeranian off the bed at night.