Floundering on Friday

A very humdrum Friday. My cleaners were an hour late which then had a knock-on effect, and I ended up not really achieving anything much for the rest of the day.

Amidst the “Chaos of the Boxes”, I have mislaid my big red Christmas book, which I’ve used for the last twenty years to help me get organised with presents and cards. I have no idea where it is, and am floundering about like a clueless twit without the useful information contained in it. There will probably be people this year who won’t get a card from me when they should have done, as all my lists are in the book. The box situation is really getting me down. I’m completely stuck in a Catch-22 type scenario with it.

This is something of an Emergency Blip of a rose in the garden which will probably never fully bloom, but whose bright colour and beauty has nevertheless given pleasure.