Change of plans

On Friday, I confidently declared that I would be back today, refreshed, re-caffeinated and ready for the week. In fact I am tired, in pain and waiting for my rather shortened day to finish. Best laid plans of mice and men etc etc.

There's so much I want to write about, from the trials and tribulations of thesis submission (keep track of those references, folks!) to the zoo to a wonderful meal by the river and a magical walk along the South Bank, but it's all going to have to wait until I am no longer buried under invoices and books and spreadsheets.

Hope y'all are well and had a nice weekend. I'll try to catch up on comments from last week tomorrow, when I don't want to curl up round a hot water bottle and cry.

Bless!

If a)I had a phone with a decent camera and b)it wasn't almost certainly illegal, I would be taking pictures of the small people (infants class - about 8-10, I'd guess) walking past my window dressed as Roman soldiers. They have cardboard swords and everything! So far I've seen 4 infantry, lots of togas, someone I think is meant to be a Briton, complete with tartan PJ trousers and someone in a silver cape.

Oh! And also, yesterday at the zoo we saw a tiny person (about 3) dressed in a wonderful matching hat and mac combo - it was purple with flowers on! WANT!

...I think it's official that the unseasonal weather* is going to my head...

*It's the British summer. Where's the hailstorm, cloud-cover and general misery?