When porridge makes a person happy, is that a good thing? Poor quality porridge made me very happy this morning. Premier Inn porridge, to be precise, made fabulous with Premier Inn defrosted red and purple fruit and a fistful of seeds that I brought with me. It was regal. An interesting day. I was quietly irritable and weepy. I enjoyed the sweetness of Simone talking about his partner. I enjoyed my very leafy salad. After work, I enjoyed meeting the inspiring and lovely Morwhenna, other helper of JP. We talked easily and freely. We filled each other with ideas. We shared all kinds of things and swapped others. It was wonderful.
At home (Premier Inn) I almost cried watching the tennis. Be out of that again in a few days. Till then, strap in for twattish weepiness. It's all good.
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