Overslept; to Nursey for new-style dressing (after 40 days and 40 nights, my skin was howling for change); home to read Guardian end-to-end; fell asleep under the cat - I'd swear he weighs less when awake; bugger, just caught sight of Worzel Gummidge hair which I'd promised myself I'd wash on return from Nursey, and now have to go to doctor's. Tomorrow's another day..
Finally cleaned lounge windows. Sum total of today's achievements [aside from remembering something I wrote 27 years ago which could be renovated for Writing Group HW, if only I could find it]. Windows soon to grime over with smuts from the fire. There's good muck and there's bad. Fire smut = good.
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Sorry for lousy quality of photo - but thought you'd enjoy, JB.
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