Phew! Blogging every waking hour, for 24 hours, isn't as easy as it sounds. Even if it is only a picture and a smattering of random words. I tried though. And every hour, as the long hand grazed 12, I clicked a picture and posted it as soon as I humanely could. Considering all that... Continue Reading →
Bub's snoring on the bed, gravy's bubbling in the pot, fish's frying in the pan. A small little window of freedom. A scrub maybe, a mask possibly..... some lemonade and magazines! Till the next hour.. Dr J.