So Tuesday didn’t happen, which isn’t necessarily true, it just didn’t happen in any kind of professional way. The sun was out yesterday, and as I couldn’t really concentrate on anything I decided it would be a great idea to follow Holly and her mum out to the garden centre for a spot of foliage and cake.
Everything was going fine, until I realised that everything was getting colder, I still couldn’t concentrate, and everything was getting rather horrid. The day was thrown away, and I receded into A Study in Scarlet by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, with some pizza. Not a bad way to spend an evening.