End of the week, about to head home. It's a good feeling.
This weekend holds good stuff - a ceilidh, sunday lunch with my landlords, D and Z, knitting, reading, maybe the cinema, definitely sleep.
I've lost track of how many weeks I've been at this job. 4 I think. Today is a month since I started, so perhaps it's 5. It's going well. I'm busy, every day there's something new to work out how to to do, we're all still finding our feet a little, but we're making progress.
Off to cycle home.