SNIFF THE EUCALYPTUS

These are not just any old eucalyptus leaves you know, they are from Ayacucho, Peru and arrived inside a card with a pen and ink sketch of Machu Pichu, courtesy of my talented and world travelling big brother.

This morning I have had a shower (not so easy a task at the moment) had a blood test, sorted my finances, dealt with a huge pile of work and personal email and prepared papers for our Advisory Group. And it's only 11 am. One of these days I might even be able to wash my hair. The sun is out and I will be out soon to lunch with jetty girl, leaving the Professor in charge of the three young, charming, muscular guys who are creating our new bathroom. Ah, jettygirl, what I give up for you.