You know the ones, when....
You buy flowers, you buy some more and then you're given an enormous bunch on Mothering Sunday.
You run out of vases and have to employ a coffee pot to display the overflow.
You add to the substantial TBR pile with yet more bargain reads. And then some.
You realise you've already read at least one of them.
You stop, look round and finally accept that you'll never write that 'My journey to minimalism' post. Me and my stuff? We're meant to live together.
You arrange a working lunch in the local art gallery with your friend, only to pass like ships in the night because someone who isn't you got the time wrong.
You just can't seem to shove in enough broccoli.
You meet your Girlie and the littlest for a day in York. No plans, just time to wander, catch up, eat good food, drink good coffee.
You share an otherwise empty train carriage with the shiniest, most well behaved traveller and his owner on the journey home. Ah yes, the perks of first class rail travel.
You stumble down pothole ridden paths in mud laden boots in the dark one night with a complaining ('will you just let me off this lead?') canine and a moaning ('will you just point the torch over here?') mister to try to catch sight of a steaming beauty. And maybe, just maybe, you did.