Today. An odd one.

I've a first holy communion to go to and I'm not really that fussed about the whole thing. I'll probably go to the church and then the "party" for an hour before making my excuses and leaving.

I'm not sure if my feeling of "meh" is just a temporal thing, or if I'm still annoyed that this stopped me doing something I wanted to. Dammit. I had to be in Liverpool on Friday for the concert, and I had to be back by 10.30 today for the service so Plokta Pi was an impossibility once Bank Holiday train times were factored in.

( Me me me me me me me (pampering) )

Oh lucky me!

My next-door-but-one neighbour has just been showing me his psoriasis.

It's never dull here.