On Tuesday morning my week had fought itself to a draw.
The washing machine developed a leak but landlord got me a new one, arriving Wednesday.
Monday night saw a recurrence of the Cough of Doom and therefore a sleepless night but I’d still managed to get to work on time on Tuesday and put the rubbish out.
My life is often like that, it’s not bad, it’s not good, it just happens and this week was a case in point.
Then I got a message from John, saying that he had a unexpected layover in London, did I fancy meeting up. Yay for friends with jetsetting jobs who get to come to London.