Pretty in pink

My head is so full of thoughts that are bursting to come out on my substack page. I imagine I can schedule them to appear a day at a time rather than flood one day with posts. 

I've had a look at my phone to see if I can voice record but don't know what I'm looking for so am consulting the experts i.e. my children.

I didn't have to walk Louie this morning so I was forced to something else instead: cleaned our bedroom. That's enough housework for one day - two months actually, probably since I last did any. So I have time now to write. Or procrastinate. My regular cleaner comes back on 20th October and because we were on holiday I hadn't booked my in-between cleaner for when we came back and when I tried she was already fully booked. Still, how dirty can a house get in five weeks?

I am infuriated with my inability to type 'th' in the right order.

Husband answered my dictaphone query and I've learned that I have a voice recorder already on my phone. Gosh, my voice sounds so peculiar!

And now I've lost it again. Next question: how do I put the little symbol thing on my front page? Ah, resolved.

My two latest stone memory pictures.

The stones from Lake Garda were, I think, imported rather than natural but they were pretty and there so they still count.