Leaf me alone!

Off to my torture session after spending an increasingly frantic half hour searching for my earpods. I looked in every coat pocket I’ve worn. Twice. Three times! I could see JR’s earpods sitting on the dressing table. But where were mine?? Puzzle solved when JR came back from ‘click and collect’ - she had used mine and left them in the dog’s bag. Yes!

So I could walk along to BodyStreet, a distance of four songs on shuffle - Van Morrison ‘Days like this’, Joni Mitchell ‘Carey’, Paul Simon ‘Born at the Right Time’ Coldplay ‘Fix You’ got me along the road with a spring in my step. (I wish)

After my torture session I requested the ‘massage’ I’d had last week. It’s a ‘lymphatic drainage massage’ which apparently ‘helps to increase the flow of toxins through the body, cleansing muscles and tissue’. Hmmm, can’t wait.

The back room is having a makeover. I suddenly had the urge to clean out three drawers full of stuff. I have been putting this off for, oh, years. Loads of pencils, biros, felt pens, rubber bands, paper clips, bags of foreign coins, cake candles, cables, three pairs of laces, empty spectacle cases and several keys - a couple of huge ones. 

I took Archie to the Links. He sat patiently in this pile of crunchy leaves, while I chucked them at him. These leaves landed on his head, and he just sat there while I took photos. Bless.