Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

It has been a beautiful spring day here, so the fact that the heating has died again didn’t become apparent until I dipped my toe in the nice, hot bath I had run and found it to be about as warm as a polar bear’s backside. By this time I simply laughed. It went along with the rest.

The computer has died every few seconds today and I have lost more work than I have managed to do. My email has been hacked yet again, in spite of the clean-up I’ve done the past couple of days and the dog has consequently increased her vernacular vocabulary quite substantially… and has spent much of the afternoon hiding under the table.

I can’t say I blame her. I felt a bit that way when the vacuum cleaner decided to die a death, exhaling dust and fluff around the freshly polished room….

Then…