Smashing Day.

Aside.

It really was. I’ll post about it – with pics – when I have time to spit. Two more days of being out of the house by 9am (earlier on Saturday) and I can’t make myself go to bed early. I don’t expect sympathy from all you workers and when the weather is like it has been today it’s no hardship. Tomorrow I see Kate the Audiologist so she can look at my PCAs and tell what I’ve been up to. I’ll bet even now some writer is pondering how he can use them in a detective thriller.

‘But Mrs Lanchester You said you were at home alone all week-end but your PCAs indicate that you were in a very noisy environment. Could that be the Peacock club where your husband’s paramour was found murdered?’

OK, OK - I’ll stick to non- fiction.