At last – passed to me by a friend – someone who knows just how I feel when I just don’t remember……
Which might make up for the accident on the M3 this morning which backed up traffic onto the A30 for a long time. A very long time, meaning that it took me 3 hours to make a 70 minute trip. I had gone from frustrated to resignation, after all, once you are in the middle of the mess there is really no point in being upset. I had music, audio books and enough fuel.
Commissary had pumpkin cheese cake, cranberries and a nice size for six turkey. It might seem crazy, but since the Mole not here during the week the best I can do is Friday, the 27th.
No progress on the inspection or heat front, still not able to find any life or a working answer phone. But soaking in an “as hot as I can stand it” for a couple of hours after the gym last night made all the difference in the world!
Now, if I had a driver and could have knit, my life would have been complete.