I'll be fine

Lots of things going through my mind today...like why I'm not angry with the mother who put her baby in the washing machine along with the wash-load, but angry with benefit cheats.

I'm shocked, of course; the details are harrowing, but I get the impression she was totally unaware and was probably spaced out...which begs the question of who was responsible for monitoring her, or allowing custody in the first place. It seems there are similar problems with social services both sides of the Atlantic.

I'm off to France tomorrow and I've just checked my passport. Why does it have my best friend's photograph and name in it?

Spurs play Sunderland tonight. Keith Eckstein is an avid Spurs fan and he's invited me for a drink in Josselin this week. He likes a good drink and I never touch the stuff, but I'm looking forward to a good chat with him (the first time I've met a fellow blogger). Should I fear for my life if we win tonight?

Can't get through to Gary...he's picking me up from the airport. Should I start worrying.

Ah! Eileen just rang to say Gary is house-sitting and has just contacted her to find out if I'm still coming. All is well! He even has some groceries ready for me.

Must remember to swap passports on the way to the airport.

Weather outlook...rain, rain, rain and I'm going to finish the outside store.

I'll be all alone with no TV, radio or internet access. No landline phone either. It will be cold and it will get dark early. The nights will be long and lonely and I'm certain there will be lots of creaks and imaginings in the small hours. I'm thinking of the ghosts at Willow Manor right now. Hope I don't have nightmares (I usually do, but Bev is always there to ease me out of them) Not this time though.

Good job I have a long list of jobs, both inside and out...along with a good book, a roaring fire, some good CD's and my iPod...and lots of Christmas cards to write.

I'll be fine!