Father’s Day. A nice cycle ride by the Thames for breakfast near Hampton Court. A cycle back though a hot and sticky Bushy Park. A brief stop and then to swimming lessons for the eldest. Back for lunch, and then an afternoon of clearing the temporary kitchen to reconfigure into the new temporary kitchen. Put the kids to bed, and then the ironing marathon. 

It’s days like these where I struggle to make the time for writing. I feel guilty of I try to, and guilty if I don’t. Today’s lesson: days off need to be scheduled in.

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