Good morning my lovely little Toshiba,good morning world.

Here I am sitting in my dressing gown,clay mask on my face and a glass of hot water with lemon,honey and turmeric by my side.Heaven.Even though looking out of the window the day appears not to have a joy conducive start-it looks dull and grey and miserable. It is not even 7.30 yet. I am away so often, there are times I leave without opening all mail and, of course, on my return many more letters had been dropped through the letter box,sometimes as many as 70, not counting the junk and many of these would remain unopened another number of weeks, I make sure, of course, they are not important and do not demand my immediate attention.If I knew how to DRAG a photo, would show you just what there is by my door on my return after 2 weeks. Absolutely the first thing I do when I come back is wash my hands and water the plants-this is in the summer.In winter I feed the birds.Then I wash my hands again,change, and bring all the post inside and place it on the floor by my big enough for an elephant armchair,I put on some music-Santana,Paolo Nuttini or Dean Martin and a big sort out can begin. One pile the bills, the second heap anything personal, and the rest goes into a third pile.The junk is chucked into a recycling plastic bag. Then I go in the kitchen,make myself a cup of coffee and life as I know it begins. The next day it feels like I had never been away. The wonderful times become just a distant memory and I get the urge to go away soon again. Like now.I wish I could just pack and go, one day, very very soon, it will be possible ,but as yet my commitments are many and I must fulfill my duties. One day when it is all over I will tell you what my life is all about, but for now certain aspects of my existence must remain known to myself only.