Afternoon, mumpers! It’s currently 27c/80f with no predicted change, and cloudy. Weather app says “This is the perfect fucking day to make slutty brownies, but you’ll have to ask Jessica for the fucking recipe.”
I had several cups of tea during afternoon, and thumbed my nose in your general direction 
When I first left home, I moved into a furnished room in a shared house. The only thing I bought for myself there was a small unit with two shelves, just big enough to house my stereo and speakers. I painted it myself, in a really nice shade of blue and stencilled crescent moon and star designs in silver on it. I’ve still got it, it’s been home to the same stereo for almost 40 years until I finally sent the stereo to the recycler because so many bits of it had stopped working. Still haven’t replaced it, but the little table is still here.
We are back home after our weekend adventures. Two of our friends went home on Sunday because they live locally and one of them had arranged to cook for his parents that night. The remaining four of us stayed to the end of the festival then walked a couple of streets away for a kebab before going back to the hotel. One friend was determined to watch the England/Mexico game so he went straight off to bed with his alarm set for 1am, his wife came and sat in our room for a while drinking tea and nattering. We have made plans to meet up for a few other things in the coming months which will be fun.
We were up reasonably early and had breakfast in the hotel before saying our goodbyes and going our separate ways. The drive back was relatively uneventful, there was a long queue of very slow-moving traffic on the M6 so we dropped off a couple of junctions early and came back on a different route. The cats don’t seem to have missed us, we’d been in for a while before either of the girls came to see what was going on, and Muffin had retired to her safe space in the bookcase.
I’ve unpacked and distributed stuff back where it goes, got laundry to do later and I am off to the gym this evening for a spin class. It’s getting hot again, which does not make me happy, so we’ll be looking at ways to keep ourselves and the fuzzbutts cool again.