July 12th 2022
Today, some things:
We ate dinner far too late but it was very good. I experimented with Moroccan and made harissa chicken flatbreads:
It wasn’t actually that much effort to cook but by the time we ate it it was almost midnight. We did that thing we do where we eat too many crisps and starters and then have to wait for mains.
Also, I learnt that the only way Em will sing on purpose is if it’s to Motown. Write that down James. I guess I just did.
Midnight Train To Georgia. Also write that down. Good lad.
It was a good night. It was an especially good night for a Tuesday. It was the kind of Tuesday that deserved to be a Friday. It was the kind of Tuesday which deserved to be every day.
Until tomorrow, maybe one day.