Wednesday, 1 January 2014

All home, time for bed

Talking of whom, just as I posted the last entry, my eldest, Tash, came home from work.

Ignore the chewed arm of the sofa, that was a foster now happily homed.

The whole dog thing was supposed to be my wife's hobby. Before Lilly, not pictured tonight, I'd found myself dog free for the first time in my adult life.

I'd meant to buy a yacht. Guess that's going to have to wait another decade.
But it's okay. The ocean will wait. At the dawn of 2014 there may be many things I regret.

But nothing I'd change, for anything.

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