STRESSSSSSS

Stressed with a capital STR. You know that feeling when you have work piling up, a catalogue of crises and one or two personal issues - and you just can't get on with ANY of them - well that's me at the moment. If you do know that state of affairs then you have my sympathy and if you don't I pray you never will. Somehow it sours even the good things in life when you feel you shouldn't be doing the thing you enjoy or spending time looking at the thing you enjoy, you should be GETTING ON and sorting out the problems. Instead you just keep putting everything off because you haven't got the energy to start or it is just too big to know where to begin. What was the point of going on that time management course? - everything seems to have got much worse since then
Anyway, if I have not made you all suicidal, what about the happier things in life. Went picking blackberries yesterday and with windfall apples made an enourmous crumble. Not content with that I made a chocolate cake but too much icing and then when I was trying to put the top layer on dropped the lot. Mrs Claus was so sympathetic she almost cracked a rib laughing. I won't let her eat any - that will show her. Those of you familiar with her FB page will know that she claims to have forsworn chocolate (at least for the time being), so just Hugh and me then - yummy.
I washed bodybuilder's car - why do I have to wash HIS car? and then I washed my car. Jetski Boy's car remains dirty but I have to draw the line somewhere. In the dirt on his windscreen I suppose. Actually I have been cheating and taking Bodybuilder's car to work so it is only fair really that I give it a wash. With it's larger engine and specially modified exhaust it does make a lovely sound in the country lanes as I am avoiding the M25 and even better when I go through the two tunnels on the way home.
Washing up calls - are Santa's chores never done?
try to be more cheerful next time if any of you have the stamina to stay with me. AT knows a good walk on WB would soon sort me out