Om

Another busy morning volunteering in the nursery. Plaited a wee girls hair, had an offer from a wee boy to swap some dollars for Scottish money, sharpened a lot of pencils and tidied up after lunch time. 

A parcel arrived later than expected but delivered. The post brought a bill and another staggering bit of beurocratic incompetence which I have no words to describe. 

It's probably numbers but from the angle I was standing at looked like Om which is an occasional yoga thing. 

Anyway onwards hopefully the letterbox will be filled with something nice or useful tomorrow.