Nine Feet Underground

Another crappy night's sleep and, just to add to the excitement, I think I'm getting a cold, just in time for the Idler festival at the weekend. I've had a persistent headache for the past few days, so who knows...FFS! Whatever is happening inside me, I am going to be very busy writing a design document at work today, so I'll probably be very quiet. Turns out Q's had a lousy night's sleep too and is trying to catch up, which means we speak later than normal. In all the excitement surrounding wasps, 'Annotations...' and Covid I completely forgot to mention the joyous news that the rats are leaving the sinking cabinet.  Surely it's only a matter of time before BloJo goes? I really hope so, though the thought of any of those in the cabinet replacing him, fills me with dread too. An election seems to be the only sensible way forward, though almost as irritatingly, Starmer's pronouncements on Brexit, mean that I  am very likely to end my membership of...

Strap yourselves in for a roller coaster ride of activity today, starting with the usual early morning food shopping run, which has to be slightly earlier than usual as I need to get back for a half day guided meditation session. Full marks to son #1, who stepped up to the mark and was ready in tie to leave a bit earlier. Home, shopping over, time to put all the food away, eat breakfast and drink coffee ready for meditation, which has a 9:30 for 10:00 start. Even with the early shop, I only managed to get in to the session at ten to ten, which was fine, except that for some strange reason, though they could see my video, throughout the session I couldn't see theirs, so only had sound.  Luckily that's enough for most guided meditations, though it was a good job I do yoga, as the guided mindful movement section would have been tricky were it not for the fact that I knew the movements already. It wasn't the best meditation I've ever done as I was distracted by the lack of ...