Road To Nowhere

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7539449.stm

I'm sure she'll bounce back.

Time's on her side.

But I just can't believe Christina Applegate - aka the fabulous Kelly Bundy - is 36!

Where is time going? This is the second time this has happened this weekend.

So far today I have:

* been for a walk down the river, listening to the Arctic Monkeys on the ipod, passing a very smiley, jogging chinese girl and a rather overly-sniffy alsatian;

* read two chapters of Turn of the Screw by Henry James;

* listened to the Sunday service on Radio Four while eating breakfast and discovered Catholic services are uncannily similar to CofE (pondered what I was expecting - the audible clanking of insense burners perhaps?);

* swept front path that is, as usual, awash in leaves, including holly which is odd as no one in the street appears to have a holly bush;

* had a quick blog;

* caught up with personal emails;

* made another cup of tea and said good morning to Nibs who eventually surfaced at 9.30 muttering about some Australian thing he was watching on BBC3 till 1.30am;

* started on writing up staff member's revised job description;

* wondered at what ever happened to 'the day of rest' while glancing at the clock to discover it is all of 10.03am.

For the past two months I've been scouring the house for my little black notebook.

The one with the electrician's phone number in it.

Yesterday it turned up - half buried in a pile of papers I used for my masters research project, a pile that I should have tidied up a month ago.

Something has been stopping me putting it all away - the cuttings, the papers, the text books, the course notes.

I've moved my Leicester Uni student library card out of my purse now and that was almost physically painful.

Sometimes letting go is very hard.