Another looooong day in the office. Got in before eight. Left after eight. Fortunately I don’t often have to work such long days, which is just as well, as there’s a part of me that really resents spending more than twelve hours in the office.
At about half-six, I rang my OH to say I’d be working late, I’d probably be grumpy when I finally got home and not to worry about food because I’d fend.
I rang again at half-eight to say I was leaving, and he let slip that he’d been cooking. And not just any old cooking. Mid-terrace pie, my all-time favourite comfort food.
What is this mid-terrace pie? It’s our veggie version of cottage pie, so named because we live in a mid-terrace not a cottage.
As for my run, inspired by all your supportive comments, I took care of that on the way home from the bus stop. Work clothes, silly backpack and a brolly. Pure Juneathon.