In case you hadn't noticed, I've been on a bit of a downward path this last week or so. I can't quite put my finger on it but I suspect it has a lot to do with raging PMS with no M in sight. I have cramps, I'm irritable (and most probably irritating too), bloated and oh just generally yukky. If my period doesn't arrive in the next couple of days I'll be beating a path to my doctors door and demanding answers, oh I do hope the PMS has calmed by then, poor man.
I'm sorry I haven't been so commenty either. I am reading, always reading and nodding and crying with you. Always.
I have blogged every day for quite a while now and I think I need to switch off for a day or so. I probably won't manage it; I've become rather addicted to this place of mine and yours, but I think I need it. Maybe I'll just post random scanned photos for a few days.
Here's one for today.
We had many holidays in caravans when I was little, in fields and on farms. Apparently I was quite ill on this holiday, hence the over-dressing. Maybe I was worried about being on the tractor or maybe I was just feeling bad but I don't look too happy here. My brother on the other hand looks quite enthused. These days, oh my goodness, it would be far too dangerous to let children play on something so real.