It's been a rather odd day today, one way and another.
The shitstorm from Hades aftermath continues to make life more stressful than it ought to be, despite people being very helpful.
I did some ironing in the late afternoon, trying to use displacement activity as a means to stop myself fretting. It worked up to a point, but while I was doing it, I ended up watching "How Clean Is Your House" again. Gah. There were two episodes, back to back, including an update on the idiots who lived in ankle-deep shit that I saw the other week.
A year on from the first programme, they live in slightly less shit, but are still idiots.
Had a fab guitar lesson tonight, which lifted my spirits considerably. We played a very nice version of "Paranoid" which was great fun, I learnt the riff for "Communication Breakdown" and we played (and I sang) "Son of a Preacher Man" a few times, and it sounded lovely.
So yay for music being a soul reviving joy in a dark bleak world.
I'm hoping the weather tomorrow is dry as we need to get the hedge out the back tided up. It's encroaching wildly into the garden and makes the place look dreadful. It'll only take an hour with the hedge cutter* but we haven't had a dry enough window of opportunity for about 3 weeks now.
And, of course, we have a Village Fete competition entry to start thinking about.
*assuming we have no trips to Casualty, of course