It's taken a while, but here's my Friday.

( Under the cut to spare your flist. )

Twelfth, plural, this time, as I missed a couple.

Ironically, I missed the last two twelfths of the month because I had too much on, rather than too little. Sunday did at least balance it out.

( Twelfth of December )

Today my father would have celebrated his 88th birthday. Instead, we lost him 17 years ago.

( We got married on his 50th birthday )

I woke up relatively late, when my kind husband brought me coffee before he left for work. He retires at the end of the month, so I shall cherish this while it lasts.

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ETA: I should, of course, have mentioned that this was my entry for monthlydiaryday.

As I write I am sitting in a hotel in Saint Nectaire, in the Auvergne, central France. My husband and I are on our way to a gite just south of Narbonne, on the Mediterranean coast near the Pyrenées. This explains my less than normal day yesterday.

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Late again, as the week ran away with me.

( Here, for what it's worth, was my Tuesday. )

12th November 2015 ( Read more... )

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My entry this month for monthlydiaryday. A somewhat unusual entry this month, as we are in Tuscany, at the end of our annual holiday. Indeed, as I write, Dave is Tetrising the baggage into the car, an activity in which I am not welcome, so I stay out of the way.

( A day under Tuscan sun. And clouds. Warning: picspam. )

monthlydiaryday last month was such a washout that I didn't bother to post. At least today I had a little more going on in my life.

( Under the cut to save some of you from reading it twice. )