Day of Wrong Moves

This is an example of mild Karma in action.

and yes this attractive picture is my stocking feet after staggering in from work at 21;15 this evening.

I woke up miserable and grumpy this morning, harsh words at the breakfast table soured the milk and the mood.

I flounced out of the door righteous in my indignation and clearly correct when all the world was telling me otherwise..

122 miles round trip in a hot smelly car with only my conscience for company and then seven home visits ( taking my shoes off at each house), spending at least an hour at each one, listening, probing, questioning, suggesting, diagnosing,

and wondering, wondering why people kept admiring my feet, even i didn't regard them my best feature in a fairly featureless design,

i noticed the stares at more than one house, i even checked just in case i had slipped on a pair of holy socks....reassured this was not the case i carried on regardless..

regardless of the distant laughter of the muses on the ether..

and i'm wrong, and i'm sorry and i've said so, and i brought flowers (which i don't do enough)

and i've got my effing socks on wrong!!!!!

Nuff said.