Good cars deserve treats

I'm beginning to get a tad fed up of this habit of late nights or early mornings before being able to fall off to sleep.
If I was out in Turkey on holiday then fine no problem. Many the time I came home as the sun was rising and I had the good sense to make friends with the kitchen staff at our hotel, who would always put a plate of tasty rolls by for me for when I did surface. Probably they did this, because I was out dancing the night away with half the staff in the first place!
But now my late nights involve me reading a good book and drinking chamomile tea, Ooo how the rock chics have fallen!
I have always been a night owl and a late riser if I can get away with it, but this is now getting silly.

Perhaps I should tell my worries to my Mexican worry dolls again that Reni and Oliver brought me from their holiday a few years back to Mexico, as I can't keep whingeing about the letter again to you as you've heard it on a daily basis for the last two weeks now.
Telling my woes to the worry dolls really helped when my life seemed very hopeless thanks to a rather large personal problem when I was living in my lovely little cottage at Braintree. But after a while, when I opened the bedside cabinet drawer to get the dolls out of a night time, I swear I could see the box trembling with them inside. In fact I used to find them under the bed and in all sorts of strange places, where I think they were trying to make a break for it!
Nah the poor little things have done their time.
I am trying to remember the 'serenity prayer' about trying not to fret about things out of your control and it does make perfect sense and it does help, but obviously no one has told my night time brain yet. So I'll have another Pimms that may help knock me out.

I decided to give my car a treat today and not only had it washed outside by the very nice men in Braintree, but they thoroughly cleaned the inside too.
I have a malicious bird that sits in the tree above where I park my car and it loves nothing more than to crap on my car and where all the cherry blossom has now fell off the same tree, it sticks to your shoes and I have a habit of walking it into my poor car and then it sticks in turn to the carpet.
But today it looks and smells like new, as they did a wonderful job. One good turn deserves another and my car is my life line to get me about, so it deserves a treat in the car world version of a beauty spa.

Today I felt extremely breathless and I'm not sure why. Just felt like some large hand was constricting my air ways and in turn making my air flow a lot harder.
So everything was done on a go slow again. Things get done, just take a lot longer.
Patience dear Deborah. Hell by the time I get my new lungs, I could become a nun with all the patience I've learnt.
Maybe it's the lack of sleep making my lungs work harder, I don't know, but what I do know is I'm very tired.

Lots of love Debbie x