In the week before Christmas I was determined to change my daily routine.

Hence all the clearing and decluttering and cleaning etc.

Today is the first day that my mental plan has come into reality and that’s only because our car is on it’s last life.

Yesterday I had to – in public – climb through the back door, over the driver’s seat and painfully extend my arm, whilst squashing all the stuff for the Post Office and strangling myself on the driver’s headrest, to open the door.

I may take a course in Motor Mechanics and fix the bastard car myself. Can’t be that difficult…!


Both brain and body are slightly flummoxed and everything has seized up.

Now that there are a thousand possibilities, I’m unable to pick a single thing to concentrate on. I’m like the pup in the image above as I think through it all.

How bizarre.