no.'s 8 through 11 (and back on track)

Ok, the sappy self-pity is fading. I do resolve to pull myself towards myself and all that. I do resolve to make a list of the top 5 things I need to do to feel better and then implement them forthwith.

Or maybe next week, I never could start a new project on a Thursday. It's a Cape Town thing.

Yoga last night, followed by a little bit of being crafty, coupled with Frieda sleeping through and not having explosive bowels this morning, must all be credited for my improved head-space. 

No.'s 8, 9, 10 & 11: a little pile of gifts to be sent back to England for the chilly rellies.