Not my favourite kind of day. I spent most of it in bed feeling sick, and sorry for myself, and terribly, painfully, invisible. Also a Tui woke me up at 4am with his very loud jabbering. So inconsiderate. It ended well, though. I have it on excellent authority by someone in the know that all one's troubles in life can be traced back to sheet lightning. Loud Tuis, ailing bodies, bad pruning, civil war, religious mania, too much homework, stalling economy, and all injustice everywhere. Sheet lightning.
The picture of the girls is just some gratuitous lovely.