Tuesdays are normally my me and hound chill time of the week. So also yesterday.
Made myself weird leftover dinner
And once again realised why I can never get tatttooed when I found this and instantly went ‘I want that’.
And really, do you want to see a 50+ in that? Me neither.
All perfectly normal for a Tuesday in other words. So colour me surprised when George’s friend Matt walked in the door.
He was supposed to stay with us tonight. Or so I was told. But no. So we went for a beer and discussed politics.
But that means tonight’s quiet night. Which I’m pretty stoked about since there are still loads of ginger bread dough in my fridge.
Letters to my family 