I did get up at 11, so I'm impressed by that. However, after staggering downstairs I found the postman had been and left me the latest issue of Private Eye. So I read that and interspersed my reading with texts from Amy.
So now it's nearly 13:10. I'm not dressed, haven't got my parcels ready, nor have I prepared the CDs for Iridescentglow. Right, I really need to start doing stuff.
Music on - am in the mood for Trisha Yearwood. Her Songbook album is outstanding. Right, now I'm listening to music I feel enthused.
Note to self: Buy Mum a phone off ebay.