In an effort to avoid all the hideous stuff which lies ahead I’m putting my chips on Cheese bringing me out of it all. Cheese dreams would be nice would I be able to sleep properly, which I can’t at the moment. Too many things spinning round in my head, its like the Faraway Tree up there, pots and pans clattering around, washing up water sloshing about and strange supernatural woodland creatures making them selves know when I’d rather they didn’t. When Mrs T goes away I’m all out of kilter, the house is clean, hovered, the clothes washed, my car still an absolute pig sty, I’ve thrown away tons of stuff and done a load of eBay listings today, but still the sleep won’t come when I’d expect it to; maybe thats the problem, expectance of anything, expecting the unexpected which used to be mitigated by sleep and I’d wake up wondering what all the fuss was about. Yep I need a break, a holiday or even to win some money so I can retire, but then I’d need to stake some money on something which since the village shop has lost the lottery machine, then it means I’ve got to remember other stuff while I’m out. I must be losing my marbles. 

Anyway sweet cheese dreams to you all