I am sitting at the kitchen table, having taken the extra hour lazily by drinking tea and reading The Observer. I could be inclined to cancel the weekly paper and just read this one once a week, its such a treat. And I am slowly getting back on my feet, working yesterday was extremely hard, because concentration is difficult but I need to finish marking some Masters work. All will be fine, and it will be if I tell myself it will. But at some time today I hoping I can wheel my bike out, even for just a 'wee hurl' around the park. It'll depend on the weather, because its looking grim out there. And so the Sunday when the clocks turned back has slipped into normal mode and we roll with it. Time is an odd thing, don't you think. This week I have become a Great Uncle for the tenth time - lordy, this comes from having lots of siblings, especially four 'granny' sisters who married young and have grown up children of their own, and of course there are more anticipated, which is just fine. I might read Rosemary Tonks today but for now I am listening to this - an uplifting start to the day, well it is a Sunday, oh yay:
