Wash out

We're having rain again

It's difficult not to mention it really, it's such a gloomy, short, wet, dank, miserable, grey, mushy day.

The only colourful thing about today is Gemma's hair: she dyed it red again this morning.

Tess has been watching the film, Oliver! virtually all day and the songs are beginning to drive me mad.

Still ridiculously tired but not as stressed and irritable as yesterday. Last night was filled with lots of little, weird and disturbing dreams and lots of hurting mouth ulcers.

I have a sudden desire to make a Christmas cake. Have I left it too late?

I wrote a thing: The Friend in the Mirror and have decided to use the photo I took for it for my profile pic.