(photo: Lucy)

delivered a chandelier from our old Georgian townhouse in Faversham to another off Brick Lane in Laaandon that probably cost 4x what ours did, for a smaller plot

lunch in Hackney Wick: in our OLD, OLD, completely unrecognisable manor

final (part 3) of my root canal filling

RTF for celebratory pub dinner with maximum who has passed the theory part of his driving test

back to retouching someone for something exciting 

and preparing prints for posting: the 'perou's silly print box clearance sale' is going well

head OVA to perou.squarespace.com SHOP for unrepeatable prints at silly prices

following the link here for the shop currently is brokened

despite being fairly productive today

(after some early discussion regarding my fiscal responsibilities and decision making)

took a moment to race three toads that had been hiding under our bins

this epic race can be found on my IG stories, but sadly not here

no toads were harmed during the filming of this anti-social media spectacular

spolier alert: the warty, brown one won: leaps ahead of the rest

took maximum to faversham for a driving lesson

and walked ze dawg at oare

for a swim in the swale

we'd started walking off and when we turned round to see where snoop was, he was back in the swale waiting for us to come back 

but weirdly, our old house didn't

almost awkward: like meeting an old lover you had some connection to, but lost

in the grand scheme of things, we were very short term inhabitants of a long line of people to have lived there

just 6 years out of 229 

had cake and coffee on the creek 

returned to work 

stopping for a little more driving practice with maximum

 

Lucy found a common toad early this morning

we decided to take it to the pond a field away (to stop the cats from killing it...as, ur...might have happened earlier in the week)

me, Lucy, maximum (aka toad handler) and snoop trudged across in our wellies 

(snoop does not have wellies)

took some pictures and returned home