These days I am either running around Derbyshire and my laptop keyboard PR-ing for THE BOOK like a mad thing, or I am so tired, I am barely able to stagger to the kettle for another mug of tea.
Yesterday was the latter. I did manage a food shop, to write three work emails, to play my sax, to make a cake for shared lunch at Quaker meeting today, but then I collapsed on the sofa.
Then Zoe rang and asked if I wanted to meet her and the family at Hassop Station cafe (a mile away) for tea and cake after their bike ride on the Trail. “The boys want to see you,” she said.
I was too tired to go: so they came here instead.
I will never be too tired to see grandchildren who ask to see me.
Tomorrow, I am taking the Aging Hippie and her husband to the land of milk and honey (Wensleydale) for a few days. See you when I get back.