February 20th, Photo An Hour day.

7am. This cat had been fed, don’t fall for his bullshit. Do cats ever get full up? They always seem to want more food (even when they have food in their bowl - that they eat when I'm not looking).

8am. After cleaning the kitchen, loading the dishwasher and enjoying my first cuppa of the day, I snuck back into bed for a while. This is what happens when you’ve been awake since 4am...

11am. I fell asleep. Two hours kip, thank you muchly. Tinker slept too and we felt the same way about waking up.

12pm. Husband was home for lunch, I had no idea what to have. In the end it was the lunch of champions - beans on toast.

1pm. I’d just finished watching the weekend repeat of Celebrity Best Home Cook, Tinker was more interested in sunning herself, she was almost too hot to touch (so I shoved my face into her tummy fur obviously).

3pm. Feet up, book in hand.

4pm. He thought it was teatime. It wasn't.

5pm. Sorting out my sewing basket so I could repair the lining, I turned my back for one second...

I stopped taking photos after this, the sewing basket didn't get mended. I couldn't be bothered, I'd had enough of the day, enough of lockdown, and enough of waking at 4am. I wouldn't say I was grumpy but I was definitely without enthusiasm.

We had supper and watched a few episodes of The West Wing before I sloped off to bed early to read a bit more of my Ruth Galloway mystery.

I woke up the next day, after a much better night's sleep, feeling rather chipper.

Thanks to Louisa for hosting.
xx