Harris tweed

When I'm locked in my room
I just want to scream
And I know what they mean
(One more day of eating and sleeping)

I rush to beat the traffic, but am confounded. There’s an accident on the by-pass, so it’s the scenic “lang wang” for me.

Light the fire, feed the chooks, and open the post. Claire has bought two new cushions for the sofas. They look good.

At the kitchen table, list in hand, laptop at the ready, I plan my day and am immediately derailed. At some point I have to get this grant application completed, but it won’t be today.