Taking it easy

...with a pyjama morning. Just compensating for the last 2 days with a decadent breakfast and sloppy few hours (while blogging, reading confessions etc). Here, the people who don't want to speak aren't commuters but family, so that's all right. A bit of pottering is what's needed. I don't have a shed to potter in, so I shall have to find the equivalent inside; rearranging CDs, moving papers from one table to another, untangling electrical wires, that kind of thing. Or of course, the internet. I know it was the WWW that I should have been talking about yesterday, but yesterday's play of 'Who Knows Where The Time Goes' by Fairport Convention seemed a perfect tune to accompany the anniversary of the procrastinator's most dangerous weapon. Concentrate Mayo, you have some ironing to do.

Nige today with all things tortilla and how about we have SCRUFFY songs today? OFSTED have said that some teachers are too scruffy and that it sets a bad example (hmmm). Some of my favourite teachers were always a bit scruffy but lets hear it for scruffs. Songs please!

5pm at yours...