Equestrian Note
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- As I Try Not To Fall Apart (Spotify) is the latest song to absolutely take over my mind. My brain: again, play it again!
- This last week felt unproductive, the last couple of weeks have really. I need to shake off (misplaced?) guilt and get back on the donkey.
- Maybe I'm burnt out, I dunno, bleh.
- We had a most excellent time hosting friends, turning the place around like an Airbnb, and hosting some more. The walk we usually take guests on gives some spectacular views but I should keep in mind most of our guests' legs aren't used to the hills 😅 The hills giveth, and taketh away.
- For dinner we rolled out one of our specialist dishes, veggie burritos. We have a salsa recipe to die for and home-made hot sauce to boot. They're usually vegan but we add sour cream as a treat when guests come, fancy.
- On the house buying front we found another place we like and made an offer, 25% over the guide price, and didn't get it! We don't know the winning offer but know the seller and agent alike are astounded at what someone was willing to pay. Yikes.
- I visited the office!
- Set off about 7am, worked on the train, got into the building about 10am.
- Working on the train was good actually, focused, but I have to plan ahead for mostly offline work.
- I did my first ever train poo – sorry fellow passengers – because if I'm going to be getting the train more often in the morning I better get used to it. Reader, I'm liberated, there's a whole new place I'm comfortable enough to poo. Maybe I should poo on a plane next! Never a bus though (see Sex Education season 3).
- R thinks after a year of revealing my inner most thoughts and feelings to the world of randos here that I've finally crossed the line by talking about poo, but here we are.
- It was so nice catching up with people at the office (and coffee shop and pub) 💛 I had a decaf cup of tea when I got home to balance out the jäger bomb (thank you!) which I shot as I shot out the door to bomb it to my train.
- A ~3hr journey on the way in, whilst working, fine. A ~3hr journey on the return leg, a little tipsy with nothing much to do, welllll less fine.
- I don’t need petrol, cuz he runs on carrots! (and also I still don't have my drivers license)