DAFT AS A BRUSH

I wonder how many of my readers are also affected by chronic pre-holiday daftness? The urge to tidy every corner of the house, to make soup from all the left over veggies, to boil up bones to make stock, to eat all the ice cream in the freezer (it doesn't keep you know) to sort out the knicker drawer, to balance the budget, to  re-write the will, to water the plants and to feed the cat.  We're only away for four nights and we don't even have a cat. 

I've just about recovered from a stinking cold, although today I was so peelywally that while my lovely colleague Jayne led the yoga session I lay down in the corner and had a wee nap. Hoping some Italian sunshine will complete the cure.