Currently curled up in bed in my Kigu, attempting to get out and tidy the house, but failing due to one too many cocktails last night. And a huge picnic filled tum, the night before. But it’s OK.
Little Schmidtbum has been a right old treacle this week which has cheered us up no end. Grown up woes… But it soon passed when I sat in a field. In the rain. Watching Patrick Swayze on the big ole screen. Before I die, I WILL have mastered that lift.
Although it’ll probably be me holding Schmidt, rather than someone holding me…