On Friday Simon and I went to see an absolutely tiny house in Steeton. Uh, no thanks. If Simon doesn’t fit in the house I know he and three greyhounds and children won’t.
We also had lunch at a fantastic fish and chip restaurant with Simon’s parents. Yummy.
On Saturday…well, I once again learned how much I can take before I completely lose it, including some huge tears dripping onto my lap on the plane. Ta love, ta very much. 12 weeks.