The end of a very hectic and strenuous few days, that has left every part of my body aching, is in sight. But I'm not quite there yet. There's lots of cleaning to do including shampooing carpets. I'm hoping to get that all done today but Thursday evening's been kept free in case it doesn't pan out and I collapse with exhaustion before this day has ended. There were troops who offered their services but I shooed them away. My stubborn independent streak will serve me well into old ladydom. I've seen plenty of feisty biddy imbued with the same admirable spirit. But perhaps I should learn to accept a bit of help when it's proffered.
Tonight will be the first spent on what will be my main home for the next few months. Pitch 42 is on a great campsite. And its flat. No need for my wheel chocks then! So let's finish with a dreadful musical pun. I was more an indie girl and never a jazz funk fan but this very danceable song with great lyrics from my '80s youth that I rather like with do the trick.