Have at last put some more washing on - I'm way behind. Daisy has been sleeping on the clean sheets which are waiting to be ironed, so she was quite put out when I moved her to add to the pile. Cats love clean laundry, as any fule kno (see Molesworth). I've just arranged for Arthur to go to the vet - he needs his vaccinations and they will check his mouth as his breath stinks! He yawns at me and I recoil in horror.
This afternoon the Rayburn man is coming as I can smell oil - and I'm having a conversation with a man in publishing about this blog. Then I have a friend coming for tea at 4. Still in pyjamas, needless to say, but I am clean and tidy.
It's now 1815 - -the Rayburn man has fixed the leak so that's OK. The washing is hanging over the Rayburn, drying, ready to be ironed tomorrow.
I'm trying to teach myself how to read the Tarot - I have a good book about it, which I'm still using, but I hope to be able to read the cards without it. I shall give myself a reading righ
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?