I've said it before and I'll say it again - some weeks you're Superman and some weeks you're just plain old Clark Kent.
This week definitely belonged to Mr Kent. There was the juggling of deadlines, the Ebay item that STILL hasn't shown up, the sucky weather, lingering flu and the making of big, scary decisions about our future.
Fortunately Friday came along and made it all okay. There was the day off, some sunshine and lunch with my most excellent mate Gina.
Then it started to rain so we popped into a cafe in Gloucester Road to drink mint tea and consume delicious macaroons that would have given the temple of macaroons, Paris's Laduree, a run for its dosh.
To finish there were drinks and a curry with the animation boys.
Today we are driving over to the Forest of Dean to stay with friends and eat, drink and gossip until out tongues fall out of our heads. There is talk of a 5.00am start on Sunday to accompany them to an antiques fair (they are part-time dealers) but we shall see.
A nice end to a truly rubbish week.
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