I don't think I want to leave the house today. Attack of house work today, I think. It needs it, meanwhile Mr Ag has taken over making the spare room usable. I think I may have peaked with the dishes and dusting.
Doing VAT at home in an attempt to catch up on work, googled a bank transaction I didn't recognise and discovered the director is paying for testosterone replacement therapy with the business debit card. Always makes for an interesting conversation when they question why their director's loan is so overdrawn and I have to start explaining that hormones and Pokemon cards aren't legitimate business expenditure.
I woke up and had a very nice date followed by coffee, texted a friend I had a friend breakup with and arranged a coffee soon (how exausting to be the bigger person!), and now I'm doing Jessie Ware karaoke before the Arsenal game. a lovely Saturday.