Am currently working through my bank holiday induced hangover, drinking all the tea and wishing I was still in bed. Actually, I may haul this laptop upstairs shortly and work from that very location. God, I love working from home.
For now, the last week in 7 sounds:
Mabel's (aka May-boo, the Squeaks, Obbly-bobbly and Get-Down-From-There) welcoming meow when I come home from work. Always accompanied by a little kitten skip of joy.
Live music at a beautiful location.
The decorator at work singing as he goes (the museum reopens in 8 days - I'm just hoping his singing powers his painting arm).
The new Fontaines D.C. album. Also, the Idles. Less enamoured of that, to be honest.
My friend's laughter recounting her stay at a truly terrible B&B in Portishead..."and we have Al-pen" (you had to be there).
The wind rustling the trees at the allotment. Also, the sound of very ripe damsons plopping on the ground. Followed by the sight of the storms rapidly moving in my direction.
The sound of shovel cutting through earth as the Boyfriend digs in the frankly greedy number of plants we brought last week.