Looking up

Looking up...at my front room light fitting. 

A funny sort of day today.  For the most part I felt totally shattered, presumably due to my very late night last night when I collected My Boys from Gatwick at nearly midnight.  As my luck would have it (or not), it was absolutely tipping down with rain, the M23 was closed so I had to find an alternative route and I was driving Mr A's RS3 in the dark when I'm not used to an automatic.  My nervous energy radar went off the scale!

Still, on the plus side, I did go to Line Dancing today, but didn't visit Mum afterwards as I would normally since she has now chosen to "self-isolate" in case I pass on anything after my trip to the airport and the boys' trip to foreign lands.

Thought for the day:

"I don't think I've got enough energy to be competitive!  Most of my energy is just devoted to me being nervous and trying to deal with the situation."  (Max Irons)