It is now five in the evening and the Sunday has been spent resting. A pleasant chat with the son in the morning, both standing in the kitchen in out night clothes and discussing coffee and computers and mess.
This is all pleasant, it is the second time that there has been a conversation in quite some time.
It is one of those days where more is thought about tidying up than is actually done. There is always so much tidying to be done, many of the things have not been looked at for years.
It is a day with much reflection and few results.
Early in the day much time was spent hunting for the salt. The son then later explained that he had taken it into his room to spice something and forgotten to bring it out.
Oh well.
It is turning into winter outside, there is a promise of an indian summer later on this week, we will wait and see.
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