I had to persuade myself to say Good Morning this morning. I was not feeling to well, but it can only get better. It was one of those golden oldie mornings where your body reminds you that it is no longer 20 years old, so I decided to take it easy. After a couple of tablets I think my engine is revving up again, but today I will only do what I want to. Mr. Swiss is always telling me that cleaning is not so important because there is nothing to clean. So being a perfect housewife I have set my priorities elsewhere.
I managed a bite of breakfast and will drag myself to a shopping trip this morning.
Our merry builders packed us in plastic yesterday evening before they went home. They are doing things to the surfaces of our newly insulated styroform packed building which results in dust, dirt and white shavings dropping down to us, being on the ground floor.
I took this photo of Centre Pompidou in Paris in 1990 and now our building does have a slight resemblance: perhaps not so artistic and we do not get crowds of sightseers and tourists.
And now to move on, but at least I have made a beginning today. Have fun and if I disappear today it is because I am not my bubbling self today.