Laughter

The best medicine.
Arrived home at 7.15 after a long day.
It did not start well - 2 hours to drive 20 miles to work.
A pile of data that needed to be sorted.
Paperwork to be completed
Books to be marked.
Other stuff going on that frustrates me and makes me want to cry or scream at the injustice of it all.
A general sense of not being able to do right for doing wrong.
Left work at 6.45 ...a more sensible journey home than the journey there this morning.
Whipped up a quick spag bol and we all sat down to watch Never Mind the Buzzcocks (Adam Ant - yeah!)
Is it really only Tuesday?


Thinking of friends who have suffered bereavements in the past couple of days. xxxx