I have already wasted half of my day off, more if you allow for the fact that I usually finish at 2.30.  I have things to do, but my brain is unable to order them into a priority list, or even a choice list, so I am doing nothing.  Did I drink that latest cup of tea?  Maybe I will go and dead-head the roses.  I need to buy myself a suitable shoulder bag for Friday. And maybe a suitcase. Not for Friday - for August holiday.


Family Fact
My dad used to sell newspapers outside Aberdare market hall, and then gave all his money to his Mum. Aahh...