A Breather

Blood was pleasing this morning - 5.5.

After the weirdness of the week, we simply couldn't face the swim-gym double bill. Instead, we ended up going to Cardiff for what might be described as a breather. We walked around, I bought an album, d bought a cake thermometer, we had coffee (sweet, wonnnnderful de-caff....). We found an American candy store, and d reminisced, while I tried with a faintly desperate determination not to sniff chocolate bars to which I had no right...

And while, in all honesty, our thoughts were still with my dad, it gave us a space away from the worry in which to just be us again.

Came home and did a little tidying, to free a little space that had become cluttered, and give us back a little of our active area, for game playing, or eating, or general hanging out. Somehow, this seemed to fit in with the main theme of the day - the reclamation of ourselves, I guess, though that sounds somehow mean-spirited in a way I don't intend. All in all, a very good day - and for those following the story, I also gather that my dad himself has had a much better day, invigorated by three pints of the old red stuff. So, goodness all around, really.

Now, with very little further ado, to the evening. Still lots to do you know. Tomorrow, I'm back on the Taff Trail, getting back into a little walking practice.