My bank holiday weekend was enjoyed by visiting the cinema four times and hanging out with my son a lot. On a particularly hot hour on the Monday, I cooked my prickly heat wounds while in the local park which I am suffering for today. I started the evidence review of our first visit to the Picture House and the next thing I realised, I'd finished the write up.
I thought overtime had left my life for a while but since my machine only got fixed at 3pm today, I'm still here at 6. But I should take it whilst its there.
I look forward to being home now though. I have a few writing projects to work on tonight and onwards and I'm making those the priority
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As promised to myself, I worked on my aunts book and made notes up to halfway through. I feel awkward because I don't particularly like the book and especially how it's written. In fact although I'm no one to talk......I think it's badly written. But I couldn't say that and I'm forever being pressured into loving it when I don't. I do it to please my aunt and to try and respect the effort that she has finally given it.
I think I will retire to bed and read a new book as I finished Neil Gaiman's Ocean At The End Of The Lane today.
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