The Meesh and I wait impatiently each evening for Mr B to return home. Her concentration never falters as she watches from her spot on the sil. I think you can see how much she sits there from the delightful moist-noise-smears on the window.
She waits in this spot for me to return home too. As I turn into our driveway I always spy her little face watching me.
This week I've been here there and everywhere for work. I've driven over 900 miles. While I was in Bristol I saw Banksy versus Bristol Museum. He is cynical. He is clever. He is awesome.
I was thrilled to come home tonight ~to a fresh cappucino (our machine is all fixed now!!) ~to lounging in comfy tracksuit bottoms snuggled up to my union jack cushion ~to brand new feather pillows for our bed ~to not having to go into the office until Monday ~to going to Silverstone this weekend to see the Grand Prix!! Oh my word it's going to be loud!