Yup, it's that picture again. Should tell you what awaits you.
It is just ten minutes since I sank a large (about 3 shots) whisky and ginger. By the way that is Rochester ginger, not a pale watery synthetic jobby.
Reason? Well, no reason really except that I felt like it.
Today, until a minute ago has been dry. Yes I am talking about the weather not me.
I have spent a lot of time sorting, sifting, and throwing out the accumulated junk (paper) of a life-time, (John's, not mine).
I thought I had sorted it all months ago, but no, under the boxes on the shelves in the office I found tons, and I do mean tons, of old, totally irrelevant paper, photos, guarantees for goods that no longer exist, at least, not in this house, and a few choke-making reminders of better days.
When this became unbearable, I made a few sorties into the ant infested garden, and cut some 'stuff' back.
After which I returned to the fray.
Covered in the dust of years, tired hot and a tad emotional, I sought a break from all of the above, settled in front of the tv and, not very hopefully, looked for entertainment. Some hope!
Reverting to my default programme the jewellery one, I put up with the semi-literate outpourings of the presenter "joolery, illuminous"?etc and in despair, poured a large whisky and ginger and thought, what next?
A few drops of rain are bathing the ants and encouraging the snail army so no more gardening, the office now looks almost as it should, and I've run out of steam. Just thought I'd share a day in the life of.......with my long-suffering readers.
Bless you all.