Balls

It's strange, one moment your head is full of things to say on stage (hopefully) and you are running around like a man possessed, and the next moment you are back at work with absolutely nothing to do to stimulate your grey matter? It really is both ends of the emotional scale? If we are quite I can normally go into the Garden of Reflection and do some work, but not today as it has never stopped raining, so we have all been stuck inside trying desperately to find little jobs to do. I am more happy with my bone in my hand than a hammer and screwdriver, but as always it must just remain a hobby. Unless of course lady luck lets me win the lottery!!! and then boy do I have plans ;-)