The little burst of organisation I’ve had all week continued well on Friday - I had a carefully-worked out list of Things to Do, which began well, with washing my hair and tidying up, and then was supposed to continue with a visit to the laundrette (my washing machine is a daft toy one that won’t take more than two sheets at a time). Which is why ( Read more... )

Once more, I made the mistake of sticking to my original plan (going to John Lewis on Oxford Street) when all the omens were against me, so I've just returned from a nightmare bus journey there and back, punctuated by huge diversions due to roadworks, mysterious shop layouts, a higher than usual number of mad people on the streets (including the ( Read more... )