A leaisurely morning gave way to a slopey afternoon. It's been a nice long week away for me and Rebecca but it's time for us to head back home. There's bills to pay and a cat to feed afterall. So the car was loaded up, I drove and two hours later I was back in Bristol. First thing I did was dismantle my isolation chamber - airing the room and stripping the temporary bed, nuking all memory of that nasty few days locked away from the world. The football was begging to be watched so we tuned in while Rebecca eagerly gripped the edge of her seat. 'Its a proud day to be a woman in the UK' she said, then followed up with 'and you don't get to say that very often.' sadly true.
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