Fatigued

It's apparently Wednesday.

At the end of a not brilliant sleep, eldest awoke me as her train to work in Manchester was cancelled & could she have a lift across Hyde to a station on the other line that was running.

With that done I began a day of cuppas perforated with housework, unpacking, washing, hanging out, running out to get everything back in because 'rain', drying and hanging up.

My motorcycle leggings have now dried out, insides of boots are almost dry thanks to two hairdryers although not entirely & my winter gloves are still soaked. All whilst supposed to be, are definitely not waterproof.

After visiting my parents am now on my second headache of the day. The first meant that at 2pm this afternoon I was sat in the garden in my nightie after having enough of the noise of Henri & the hairdryers that had rattled brain into a television screen of white noise. The second (see blip) was eased into being partly by Peggy-Sue's high pitched yap (see blip)

On a positive note (sorry sorry being all moany) there is a chunk of blue sky outside and that usually lifts things a little ^_^