It's alive

Lorraine off to the gym this morning, looking increasingly trim. I however, felt iffy and sluggish. Sat down at my desk and instead of being productive, felt a bit overwhelmed and unable to concentrate. Eventually I sent out three poems.  

Spoke to Keith today. I am not going to do the job this week -- and told the client I was unable to do it and connected them with a replacement writer. Sent an email, to six people, none of whom replied. 

Otherwise a bit of light flame throwing in the garden, with a present Anton got us for Christmas. Better than weedkiller as you roast the stubborn weeds, and they die from the inside. Sounds gruesome. Anton says it is effective against snails too. 

Shortly after Lorraine returned, two men came with a new mattress to replace our old one, which was giving Lorraine backache. The mattress is vacuum packed, so it comes in box that looks far too small. You drag the dense flat thing onto the bed and once you've taken the plastic off, it starts wheezing and growing. Left for an hour and it looks like a normal double mattress. New fangled magic it is. Everything is engineered for home delivery these days.

The mattress itself a bit harder and more spartan than the previous one. 

More garden snaps. The shadow of a spider on an olive tree leaf, and a strawberry flower.