Tpm has survived yet another day of tramping the tablets back and forth, although with the amount returned by lunchtime, it would not necessarily have given the reader that impression. However, the day provided a modicum of success, with few dramas,  moments in the early morning with tpm's grandchildren go some way towards lifting any impending gloom.

Lunch was uneventful, providing a welcome break for tpm from the stress of Chaos Health care  and the afternoon was heavier and later than usual due to the fact that one occasionally has to rely on incompetent teabags who should have been ditched the moment they dried out!!

Nevertheless, tpm was able to complete the allotted tasks in overtime before the delicious and welcome golden brown nectar rejuvenated the weary tramper.

No word yet from Mrs. TPM, indicating that she may well be engrossed in her Trans Atlantic activities to the detriment of conversating with tpm.

As old Arkwright used to say, "Its been a funny sort of day" which is rapidly drawing to close with the lure of the duvet overcoming all else, except one final tea bag delight!