Seeing Red

I don't know whether it was the long, full day yesterday, my encounter with Kafka-esque processes trying to make an appointment at the docs this morning, or the last two hours of cutting and sticking but the headache that has been lurking all day has now appeared.

So off to bed I go
Lesley x

Oh, they're Painting the Roses Red buckets for the production of Alice which Anna's drama school is doing next month.