Home for lunch, eating pie & cheese, Peretz loves me more than usual.

House is in chaos, lots of things in piles including little bits of myself, should probably swept under rug or tossed altogether.

Tomatoes have arrived at farmshare, little ones for now, pretty excited.

Feeling very wound up, ready to spring, boing!

Pogo, spin, do it again.

Should write more dance craze songs.