ness kingsley: writes, reads, rants & rambles
Yesterday, we ventured forth, and I showed the baby trees and we stood underneath outstretched branches - me for the umpteenth time, them for probably their first. (I don't know what the baby gets up to at night! They might escape and caper around the local park or dabble in communism!)
As Jane Austen said, the heat keeps one 'in a continual state of inelegance' and I feel that. I really, really do.
If you can't do it perfectly, at least do it badly ... (This is really just a post to help myself; to stave off the feeling of dread and the paralysis of fear.)
I do have some advice. It's a touch unhinged and not medically approved, but there you go.
Last autumn, I had a little bout of fisticuffs with salmonella (I lost and was hospitalised) and I haven't been feeling 100% since then. I know. Over a year later. I'm **offended**.
