Somewhere on my 43rd logged mile of walking..

Someone doesn't want their Dyson any more.

My school disco photobooth pictures get their public viewing tomorrow morning. It's fair to say that my initial enthusiasm is getting slightly subdued by nerves. I think I've just seen them too many times now. Still, the good ones are great and I can't fix the odd one with slightly off focus by staring at them so I might as well stop.

Half term next week and hopefully farm tomorrow, after school assembly. I need big fields and skies. Then at the weekend I shall pour a large glass of something lovely and enjoy catching up here.