Trashsparkle Is Not Leaving The Building

Having difficulty with this morning. No, not that itv programme (tho' I would probably find that difficult)... a timetable adjustment this week means I have a 3 day weekend. Which gives me 6 hours of I-Can-Do-Anything-I-Want for the next 6 hours... Apart from drink myself senseless, or go on a city break, or anything else that would render me highly visible, through my inebriation or absence, to social services.

Am having those 6 hours at home, to recharge a bit. Which narrows things down to catching up with form-filling, finishing painting the fence, dusting, bagging up unwanted clothes, listing on ebay.... or perhaps just sitting outside in the sun with coffee and reading the weekend papers, or watching mindless drivel snippets of sardonic design gold spouted by the likes of Laurence et al.

Definitely deflated by the way the world's going mad(der) at the moment; the scenes in Japan are worse everytime I watch the news. Saw a local fire chief who'd seen 45 of his guys lost trying to close the harbour gates against the tsunami, and now struggling himself to carry on in his role. And Libya..... oh, crazy, ugly, times.

As I've learned over the years, sometimes you just have to blank a lot out, and feel lucky that you've got a blue sky and hundreds of clematis buds about to burst into pink flowers on the hedge just outside your little window on the world.