Every road I drove along today was just about recognisable but strangely unfamiliar. I think it was down to me being on auto pilot with my mind snapping back now and again to what should have been very familiar, but wasn't. Truth be told, I'm deteriorating. I'm falling apart and I'm not as sharp or as attentive as I once was.
It may be that I've just had too much food and chocolate...way too much chocolate!
Anyway, I'm back home now...there's no place like home. A good nights sleep should sort me out.
My Secret Santa gave me this gift today...it's a radio to be used in the garden and is called 'Gone to Pot'. See, even they have noticed! Granted, I need to be more in tune but I thought it was more appropriate for Bev and her recent dodgy activities down at the bottom of the garden.