LOST AND FOUND

I found this little book with its red cover, drowning, flat out in a soggy puddle on my walk in from the car park today. It had obviously been there all night. I picked it up and there was a name and telephone number inside the front cover. It dripped its way to work with me and I rang the number. The book didn't belong to the lady who answered but, she guessed, one of her music pupils. She is going to call in for it later, and it has dried out quite well on the radiator during the morning.

That little incident could be the sum total of any excitement today.

I have back-blipped for yesterday due to a lack of enthusiasm and energy last night