Several people have asked for an update on the state of my face, one even suggested a photo. To be honest, I tried another photo but it didn’t look so very different – the large splodge of yellow tends to disappear into the rest of my face.
It has of necessity been a quiet week. After the endorphins of last weekend wore off, I found myself washed out and suffering from LOLS. Fortunately, I had an absorbing book on the go by a new author I’ve found recently – Tasmina Perry – a bit like Penny Vincenzi’s sagas in the world of big business. So when I’ve not been reading, I’ve been dozing.
The wake-up call is Dance Class.
LOLS = Little Old Lady Syndrome.
And I am slowly getting my sense of humour back.