Desperate

The trip to the dentist want as bad as I anticipated. Then meetings, lunch, off to Keith, coffee and cake and emails, home via reopened Leith Street, rain, the Manor, home, back to the Manor and then 2 hours listening to lovesick #2 son. The skills revised yesterday were of no use and I'm not a counsellor.

By the time I got upstairs, exhausted, all I had time for was the view from my bed.