Now, if only they'd pay me for the hours I fritter away here, I'd be rich.
Am I sad?
More to the point, are we all mad?
Were we all chatterboxes at school? I was, and this is my grown-up version of same.
That's my excuse, anyway.
Beautiful day here, sunny, scudding cotton wool clouds, daffodils out, nice wind, clothes drying on the line.....lawn cut (applause for Bubbs, she did stripes on it)....and Spring really has come.
I'll button it, shall I?
