morning peeps,
last night I eventually let go of my book and fell into an uneasy sleep with terrors,
I was woken by a cup of tea at some unearthly hour and had to have five more cups in order to revive.
I have now been an indoorsperson for two weeks I think, I don't really really like it but it is a necessary weevil, maybe, perhaps. Please can I go back to my nice porch now?
My friend says that technically I am no longer a ruff sleepah.
grr. Indoors is hot and dry, people should live outdoors much more often.

Well anyway, my friend and I went to the bank this morning and then I was left in charge of the shop for an hour, I was joined by my lovely assistant eventually and I had put on his time sheet 'Late again!' as a joke but he was ever so apologetic and I fell about laughing.

I am just waiting for some news.
I am at the shop, one of the senior volunteers has taken over and my friend and the assistant have gone to adoration in one of the district churches.