Morning crepeys.
Yes, MI. Comparison is the thief of joy (is that a Stropps-ism?). The only way to remain sane and happy is to be proud of one's own achievements as they are. At least, that's what I tell myself.
Talking of which, I have another minor triumph to report. The conductor of my orchestra was at the concert last night, and asked me whether I'd like to do a bassoon solo at their next concert! Blimey. Full-time job, magazine to write and edit, and bassoon to practise madly. I'm going to be busy.
DP has taken DS to morning choir service! Yay! And this afternoon we're off to the seaside. Yay! I may have a quintet rehearsal tonight, but really hope not as it's my only evening at home for six days, and tomorrow I'm off to Sheffield for two days.
Inspired by you industrious garden types, I may mow the lawn before seaside jaunt. Though it's tricky when cats can't go outside, and door has to be open to enable plugging in of mower...