Inevitably I managed to get sick on my flight back from LA so a pretty quiet start to the week of shaking off the jet lag and getting back to work (from home). As I sit looking out of my window at a wet Manchester afternoon it occurs to me that maybe living in Southern California wouldn’t be all that bad.
The Defender continues to be a source of stress as it is smelling increasingly like a wet dog as it waits to go in to the garage for some work to find where it is leaking from this year. This leads to driving it less which leads to it’s new trick of not starting on a regular basis.
M has decided to regress from sleeping all night to waking up some time in the middle of the night screaming and demanding a grown up goes and lies on his floor next to him. This is not a welcome development.
