Time

It's something I don't have much of at the moment. All my own fault of course... I like to pack things in, and I also like to soak things in. It's a recipe for poor time management, very ordinary packing efforts, exhaustion and also not enough sleep (and if I allowed myself enough of the latter, I wouldn't be producing sentences like that now, would I?).

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I want to tell all about my wonderful weekend with friends. About my too-late-for-a-40-something-year-old nights, my horrified fascination with clubbing and my random Christmas shopping effort on four hours sleep. I wanted to share our experience attending my very first Stock Horse sale and confess to eating fairyfloss in the car with my kids. I'd also like to somehow show you the incredible clouds spilling soft showers onto faraway paddocks as we drove homeward.

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But I cannot. Too damned tired.

Will a photo of an old tree trunk do you today?

Til the world steadies once more...