Honestly, I am fed-up with this blog site since it changed. I can't manoeuvre round it like before.
Am still busy. One memoire to write. I'm old enough, you think it would be easy.
Got 67 for my last short story. He said I'm improving.
Housework, as usual. Bonnie is a teacher not a coalminer but I've never heard anyone make such a fuss about having a hard time at work. She also talks the talk re housework but as far as I can see, I'm the only one who ever does any. Holidays she either takes to her bed or goes chasing some man or other (same difference).
Ella-kins pussycat is on my shoulder. Reading this post, I suppose.
I am such a witch.
She's jumped down now. Obviously, didn't find it very interesting. Didn't even leave a comment.