I have been lackadaisical about blogging - writing and reading - and about most things, this last week. Only yesterday I discovered that I didn't have any ironed t-shirts to wear to work and, while drying my hair, had to do the old sitting-on-a-t-shirt trick. And it worked! It was get-awayable enough to wear anyway. I might do that more often in future.
My blogging impetus, or lack of, isn't helped by my inability to post photos. I think my puta has nineoclockitis. Every time I try to upload a photo, that little clock thing appears, ticks round to nine and then stops.
And I don't really know what's going on in the world so I can't comment on that. Ooh, I remember: the lovely Welshcakes has awarded me with the power of - now I must spell this right - schmooze. I'll pop over there now, pick up the award and be back before you can say, Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy.