Every morning I walk past this wall and at the time I walk with the sun just rising, the light is very beautiful.
A golden yellowish wash to the day.
I say every morning, but I really mean most mornings.
This morning I slept in and dreamt.
Something about my wedding candles and supplying a church.
And so now, at the other end of the day what I really should be doing is putting on my sandshoes and doing my “morning” lap.
But I’m not.
I have tracky daks on.
I have ugg boots on.
I have a glass of sav blanc.
I feel as if I’ve been given a free night, as I had got the idea in my head that I was playing bridge tonight erroneously.
And, to be honest, the thought was a little exhausting.
Last week I played bridge until 11pm and felt as if I had hit the wall the next day… run over.
Tired in the way that only a night out in Fremantle can alleviate.
It makes me think that my days of going out late on a Thursday night could be over.
Far better to slip on the sheepskin and cuddle up in front of the telly.
Loving the new season of Game of Thrones btw.