Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

My knees are scratched to high heaven where a confused dog tried to give comfort to the zombified madwoman going nuts in the middle of the night… claws and bare knees are not the best of combinations.

That I had managed to get to sleep last night was probably down to sheer fatigue…the past few weeks have been somewhat busy, if largely wonderful. So to be woken at three in the morning seemed a tad unfair. I’d had a bit of an accident a couple of days ago…the resulting bruises run the length of the thigh and are the kind of purple that should not be seen on living flesh. That was bad enough and had been making getting comfortable enough to sleep fairly awkward… but last night I doubt if anything could have kept me awake.

It had been a lovely day, meeting up with my American friends once…