Who knows where the time goes?

Another day filled with distractions but no time to write about them. This morning I started preparing bedrooms for the Christmas visitors, then I went into town to buy a few gifts. I had an appointment with my hairdresser, something I normally find very relaxing and enjoyable but today I was filled with dread, having read my son's description of his bout of nausea when having his hair cut. I bore this spoiling of my little treat in mind when choosing his Christmas present!

The rest of the day has disappeared in a flurry of small domestic chores and now I can't get my brain to construct a few simple sentences. Instead, I'll give us all a treat with some Nina Simone....