Similar here timetogo. I’ve got a novel about living in Rome, so escapism, a little cat on my lap, and DH is baking some sausage rolls to go with soup for lunch.
Little pleasures but they matter at the moment.
Seems it’s now Harry’s uncle - the Earl of Spencer - having his turn at a “tell all” book.


so if I can drag myself away from the breakfast table I'm going for sprightly trot around the mean streets 
