I have just realised at this late hour I have nothing ready to publish tomorrow, so here is a quickie.
It is my day off tomorrow, which is today when you are reading this, unless you are in GB or US, which will be last night.........forget it, after eight or nine days of work. I was looking forward to a drink or two once home, dinner and not having to rush off to bed. Work went well today. The increasingly long drive home went well. I am home, yay. Push the button in the lift for our floor at the lift stops at floor 11. Doors do not open. Lift does not move. Press emergency button. Someone will be there within twenty minutes was promised. Luckily I was at an interesting bit in my ebook. I sat on the floor and read. Twenty five minutes later the tech must have arrived and the lift moved to floor 12 and the doors opened. I exited and walked the stairs for a few levels and finally home.
I have to pick R up tomorrow afternoon from his volunteer job and then we are going to an Andy Warhol exhibition. Hope we have time for coffee somewhere. I am in the process of my annual three day cooking of pea and ham soup, to be eaten tomorrow night. I will get the bread maker out and make a crusty loaf to go with my very nice and mature soup.