I'm so sorry darlings, if you've been looking for me. It's well after midnight, although I shall probably backdate this so that I don't receive plaintive protests that a day has vanished from our lives.
I have been writing letters. Not for fun, unfortunately. I've only just finished. The whole evening vanished - well, four hours of it at any rate. I did take a few minutes to open that box of chocolate bars and have a little gloat. Just the descriptions make me dribble gently ... "Culture Shock" - white chocolate with ginger and chilli. "Spice it up" - dark chocolate with dragon ginger. "Sea Dog" - dark chocolate with lime and sea salt - and several others. I got a hand-written note thanking me for my order - I'm not surprised! - and an invitation to be an agent, which I shall not follow up.
One can tell it's spring, in this house, when the death watch beetle start tapping. I know, I mention this every year. Today was the day. If we can pinpoint the place, the Sage makes a hole in the wall and pours in Rentokill.
Tomorrow morning, I shall have my hair cut. How sad is it that I'm thinking, jolly good, I don't have to wash it first thing.
Do you know, I think I shall take the smallest of snifters up to drink in the bath. And I shall light a few candles because I always find that soothing. Not that I'm in need of soothing exactly, it's just that I like to slump for a bit to unwind that vastly overactive brain for a while before sleep and I haven't done so, so a good sooth might bypass the necessity.