A very Frit'ish day

Buzz (flatmate) was at a festival yesterday and last night - queue - Frit hunkering down for a classic caveman day. I got a power of work done, sorted the washing, tidied the room, cleaned the kitchen, cooked a mini roast, had a few wines, devoured a newspaper, caught up on emails and hid from the world.

Alone time. A bit of solitary, bliss.

Which has left me well placed for a bit of Oxford St shoppery, wines in the sun and a bit of dinner with the Jones girl. All is well.