An interlude of quiet

A quiet Friday, just what is needed for a gentleman living, as Lorraine pointed out, the last day of my fifties. Did some billing to my French clients, who payed later in the day, which is kind of unheard of. Ate little during the day, and had a nice little curry tonight with Lorraine and an early night. Chatted to Sonia, and worked on my various projects. Rather mentally exhausted by the end of the day.