Ouchie day

After getting home last night about 1/4 to 3, I slept most of the morning. I had been due to go to a training session but I'd emailed from the Royal at about half past midnight when I realised I was going to be shattered this morning.

Had arranged to get rid of more tat out my house give away a keyboard that has been lying about for years. I went along for the ride (or 'the hurl' as we say in these parts.) I didn't make it out the car cos it was too sore to hobble. D did the actual delivery to a very grateful mum (whose daughter had tipped a cup of juice over their last keyboard.)

This is the garden we stopped outside. (Not keyboard woman's house) and for ten minutes, I was grateful that, although it's not the prettiest in the street, at least my garden isn't this neglected.