*squeak*

I'm not very good at Saturday mornings when I have to work. Everything seems to happen slower than on a weekday morning.

So when I finished washing my hair and found I had a text message saying "Finished work. Can I pop and see you before you have to go to work?", I panicked slightly.

Then I texted back "Yes" and started condensing my morning routine.

Apart, of course, from popping on here to post this.

OE: (((hug))) - and you would get one for real if I ever met you. Hang on in there.