The restorative powers of

A well made cuppa. Tea! What a fantastic drink. Lovely and hot, tea bag left in for two minutes, one sugar, normally don't have any, but feeling the need this morning and hey presto! Normal good humoured, get off your backside and sort the washing out, clean up the kitchen, and do some marking, lesson prep and proof reading kids UCAS draft statements is resuming. All done in a crab like gait with a hangover like demeanour. Never mind Dylan's "keep turning left" expedition; I've got my own " can only turn right" thing going on down here in wet and windy South Devon!

Oh and I've managed to fall down the stairs, bump into a door and broken the string pull light switch in the bathroom because I grabbed it to support myself during a dizzy spell. It's going to be quite a funny day.

In the meantime, the steep drive is a death trap slide with black algae and decaying leaves; Arwen is filling up nicely with rainwater because I haven't managed to pump her out this week or replace the old tarps with the new ones; there are twenty eight logs that need cutting up in the garage to form log reindeer kits for kids to assemble and sell to raise money for charity and.................

Maybe, just maybe, I might just retreat back to bed. Some days it's just not worth getting out of bed until things have calmed down!!
My sense of humour is restored, self pity has departed.....normal service is being resumed.
Sorry about the temporary slip folks