(no subject)

Well the conference is over. And I am still here. I could do with a week to recover though! Got into work at 7.30am and barely sat down or stopped until 5.15pm when I drove home. Still got a lot of the furniture-moving that needs doing in the morning before bookings begin at 9am but my feet were killing me and I just couldn't face it.

After tea took myself up stairs to write four new pages for some booklets needed at the parish for Wednesday night.

I've been asked, too, to produce a written 'self-porttrait' for something. Have decided if I was a literary self-portrait I'm definitely a Warhol or a Picasso or something- too many disparate hobbies and interests mixing in. It's suprising, considering my show-offy ways, how hard it is to write.

Crawling towards bed now, hoping my brain with finally be my own again after so long preoccupied.