Another day of making phone calls changing sites to reflect that my email is now defunct. A phone call from Sky to say they've sent the packaging to return that damn iPhone. I didn't like them before, now I positively hate them.
But, it wasn't all a waste of a day. We met Tracey Milano and her lovely Mum for lunch at The Shepherds. It was great to catch up and meet her Mum.
Charlotte did us a big favour to help Kev, by picking us up from there, thereby saving us having to get a bus to Bridgeford. Meaning he would have to walk less.
We got back and the packaging had come. We will send it tomorrow.
A couple of weeks ago I bought a candle that smells the same as the French Quarter lobby and I put it on in the bed room. It smells gorgeous. It takes me right back to walking in that first night we arrived and how fragrant and welcoming it was. I will never tire of that scent. Pair that with tonight, Kev watching football while I sat reading. A cosy witchy tale called Hexes go well with Tequila. I'm really enjoying it after the disappointing Marble Hall Murders, which I've put on the back burner for now to be picked up again when I'm in the mood for a challenge. This one is an easy read, its not perfect, Ive spotted couple of mistakes ( its possibly A.I written) but its a bit of fluff like Maya's Blogs, to coax me gently into something more gritty afterwards. Nothing wrong with a gentle book in the evening, when there's bugger all on the box apart from grown men kicking a bag of wind around some AstroTurf, in a room scented like the best holiday destination.
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