Whirly, Twirly Blues

JJ and I stripped out our bedroom this morning because it's very difficult to vacuum underneath and also the bed had got a bit creaky.  Dust sorted, new rubbers under the slats, mattress turned and rotated.

This afternoon I wrote a letter to the grandchildren, enclosed some money for Easter Eggs for them and their mum, and walked down to the postbox for the 5.15 p.m. collection.

Answer to yesterday's maths question. 
9s are curly and 4s are straight lines.  Well done Chamaeleo, you obviously still think like a child.