Not going out

That has summed up the past two days of my daughter's visit - we've had a couple of very lazy days, hardly leaving my accommodation, and not leaving 'domicile-ville' at all. Not, I have to say, an entirely bad thing, because part of what I wanted to achieve this weekend was to recharge a little, and being able to do it in, for me, the most congenial of company, has helped considerably. I've added another pretty substantial chunk to my ever burgeoning story, too - I thought I might have reached an impasse this morning, but soon found a way to progress. Oddly enough, when we did finally drag ourselves into the outside world today, in mid-afternoon, to indulge in a late lunch/early tea in the local Wetherspoons, I saw a little blond cutie who was quite close to my mental picture of Xander, or, at least, how he might have looked at 9 or 10. Yet another example of the story taking over my life, it seems!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B