Meeting at midday cancelled at last moment.
Does tend to happen rather a lot to me, you know.
Was probably going to be fairly inconsequential, though definitely agreeable: the person in question is a very interesting, difficult to get a handle on, sort of man. My sort of person, I guess.
Will do some paperwork first instead, then maybe go off to Liverpool for the day. Planning my long-weekend retreat will be on the cards too. Plus going to visit a dear friend when I come back, so that all sounds good.
I’ve got into the habit of calling members of my family who I want to be with my friends, rather than calling them family. I think this is right, you know. Just because you are family doesn’t make you my friend. And just because you are just my friend doesn’t mean you’re not a part of my family.
Time for a green tea, I think.
Time for a green tea …