It's Tuesday again. Where did the weekend go? What happened to all those days since last Tuesday? What planet am I on?
As you can tell, I am feeling a little discombobulated at the moment.
The house sale is inching along. A reasonable offer accepted and the surveyor due next week to take a look for the purchasers. Still no new home in sight for us yet, so we may need to rent for a while if it all goes through smoothly.
The local charity shops, Samaritans collection bin and the recycling centre have all been blessed with our donations this week. Still more storage cupboards to sort out, but we are progressing.
I went for my usual Sunday morning walk with the girls, despite the freezing temperature and icy roads and fields. It was too cold for my numb fingers to take any decent photos. We then had supper with friends that evening, a chance to all get together before they go across to spend Christmas with their daughter in the UK.
Monday morning saw me with a head cold. Lots of sneezing, sniffling and coughing. It seems to be receding now but I hope my friends have escaped infection.
This morning I braved the squally rain and battled my way through the gale force wind to collect my prescription from the pharmacy. I couldn't leave it another day as I was down to my last Thyroxin pill.
Back home to poached egg on toast for lunch and my feet up by the fire.
Wake me up in time for next Tuesday.