Mixed

One of those days, predominantly good, but with not so good bits, one in particular.
Bad news first, I guess, as that's chronologically accurate, and gets it out of the way as well. We had a letter this morning, the only item of post we received today, which marks another lurch in the southward direction in terms of our finances, and matters arising. Nothing is set in tablets of stone as yet, but whether we'll be living where we do now in a few months time is an open question at the moment.
After that, and a few minutes of my wife and I falling out under the stress of the issue, the day improved, though. We went out and did some shopping, after having called at my wife's office so that she could pick her work laptop up, although her hopes of getting it set up in such a way that she could use it to work at home didn't come to fruition, despite a lengthy call to her employer's IT helpline - it seems to be virtually tethered to their internal office network at the moment, which seems to defeat the object of having a laptop at all. More investigations will have to be undertaken when she returns to work next week, it seems.
The shopping trip had its eye candy moments, with the school holidays still being in full swing - there were a couple of cuties in the supermarket, one more than a little reminiscent of a friend of my brother's (and subsequently a friend of mine, too) who was one of my early boy crushes, donkey's years ago, when I was still a boy myself.
Once we got back from the shops, it was pretty much a chill-out day, all fairly calm and amicable, despite the less than encouraging news this morning. Maybe it's getting to the point of resignation, of que sera, sera. If it's all going to go down the tubes anyway, why let stress drag your health and happiness down with it?

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B