Back to earth with a bump

Found on a sculpture trail in the Forest of Dean - not underwater, honest.
Handed camera responsibilities over to twin six year olds for the weekend trip to the Welsh border.  Santa's Grotto in Clearwell Caves - a children's experience blissfully free from all electronic gadgetry.
Comfortably accommodated at Flanesford Priory, how's that for a view from the front door.
Time enough to catch up with my lovely ex-nun & sit in peace; and the right girl won the X-Factor, everyone cheered.  An excellent weekend all in all, the return to everyday life was a little cruel.  Sometimes I fantasise about staying there and not coming back - but I don't mean it - dear Rankin gave me a newspaper on tick this morning, and I'll be fitting in the Saatchi Gallery and a South Bank Christmas Fair before the week's out.  I enjoy London life really.

It was the prospect of 5 medical appointments this week that brought me back to earth, grumpily (none will be revelatory).  One of these days I'm going to elect out of all of it.  And believe me, I'm coming close.  Still, half an hour waiting for substitute Nursey this morning (she of the very firm hand - but there's nowhere to escape on that table) meant that I bought 3 books for £1 in the surgery Christmas book sale.