Say something sensible.

O.K. Hazel pointed out that my recent bloggings have looked rather weird so I am trying to reflect what sleep deprivation and Tamarzipan does to an already addled brain!

So here's a slightly more sensibler ( is there such a worm ?) bloggage at 5a.m after a deep four hours sleep.

It was lovely to get a phone call from my "little" brother the other day, who is actually probably an inch or two taller and wider than me, well last time I saw him that is! He saw the bloggage too and was alarmed by the wordage and phoned to see how I was. This cheered me up no end. He can hardly get two words out of me normally but I think I succeeded in baffling him with my new found knowledge of 7o's rock that had been hidden somewhere deep in the cobwebbed recesses of my brain. I can talk for Great Britain these days if there was such a sport.

Woozy feelings. Its the Tamarzipan the NHS Help Line said. Well worth checking out if you are worried or anxious about something. They have trained councellors who are very easy to talk too.

The Health Service seems to be imploding but the poeple who work for it do so, under great stress and amazed at how much they laugh all the time. I was laughing too when I came out of the Infirmary the other day after my blood tests. Have I told you this one? Excuse me if I have.

Anyway, a good nights sleep is the best tonic ever even though you feel like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards. My old Dad used to say that quite lot when he saw the teenage me and my "new" Rolling Stones hairstyle! Looking back now its hard to see what all the fuss was about!
They look so clean and scrubbed and manicured.

I hope this has been a good day for you all. Smile at someone - its catching!