The driftwood in my bedroom

I was prompted by a recent blip from Seaside Susie which featured a large piece of driftwood. Mine all came from the Dores beach at Loch Ness at one time or another. They fit quite nicely in one corner of the room. At their base, which you can't see, are many stones from Black Isle beaches, but now covered in a layer of dust. I'll need to get the Vax out.
   The proof copy of my book on my Mum, which was apparently posted thirty miles away on Saturday, has still not arrived. Although you can't see it, there is steam coming out of my ears.