Except they haven’t. I’ve looked in the mirror this morning and they’re fine. That means I must have been dreaming again – and the extra clue is that I don’t look in the mirror before going to bed. At least it wasn’t a nightmare this time, but I’ve no idea what’s going on in my subconscious mind. The night before, there was something that I think really happened, but now I’m doubting, maybe I dreamed that too – I’m cracking up, darlings, it’s the heat – at night, at least, until today. I’ve changed to the summer duvet at last.
At least it’s not as a result of being too busy, because I’m winding down for the summer. Things are getting ticked off lists, events happen and not much is going in the diary for the next few weeks – well, the week after next is busy but even that is largely social, domestic and pleasure. I still tend to keep to school summer holidays and aim to relax in August – and am very fortunate to be able to do that, of course.
And then I wrote a whole lot about schools but I’ve deleted it, you’ll be glad to find. I’m here to waffle cheerfully, it’s the Z way.
What I’ll tell you instead is that I’m jolly glad you didn’t eat all the cake at the weekend. Thanks to Madeleine and Liz leaving the leftovers behind, we’ve been rather well fed at teatime this week. There’s not much left of either of them now. Nor of anything else, except the ham. That’s still going strong, but I’ll slice it up later and freeze it for later, we can’t eat it all yet.