Don’t get me wrong
It’s not been a good weekend, really. I’m sick of fighting. Not each other. Just rubbish things. I’ve been writing, though. 24,000 words and counting.
Have only to work tomorrow and then we set off for France tomorrow night! Wooo! I’m getting a voluntary assistant for the summer, and I need to train her on a couple of things tomorrow.
France. Oh, how I do love you. We’re getting the ferry from Dover to Calais, and then we’re staying in St Omer which isn’t far from Calais (like 30 miles). There’ll be the two of us and my friend Viky. Should be good!
It’s our wedding anniversary on Tuesday. Two years! Seems like only yesterday. Have a gratuitous wedding photo in place of anything notable to say:

The baby in Himself’s arms is our niece. L-R it’s Roslyn (my witness), Ailsa, Kate, Katie, Gemma (my friends), Best Man, Himself’s sister, my cousin and then me and him, obviously. Pretty, no?