The time to relax is when you don't have time for it.

Oh, sort it out for yourselves, guys - I don't know whether Jim Goodwin or Sydney J. Harris said this first and frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

I haven't got the time.

I honestly DID make the time to relax today, knowing I've got a shedload of work to do as well.

Careful planning. Check with Peter what he's going to do today. He says, 'Relax.'  'All day?' 'Yes, all day.'

Okay - so I'll have an extra long ride on the forest to unwind, then when I get home, I'll crack on with my work.

Imagine my delight when I got home after my extra long ride on the forest to unwind to find that Peter had decided NOT to relax after all but to cut the hedge, leaving mountains and mountains of hedge trimmings to clear up.

 Which took me two hours.

Please don't get me wrong. The hedge needs cutting and it's a job that we can share - and Peter should not at all be expected to do it on his own.

BUT...I wouldn't have had my extra long ride on the forest to unwind if I'd known that I was coming home to two hours clearing up hedge trimmings.

Do I feel relaxed and unwound, ready for several hours work?

Just smile, Caroline...

As far as I'm concerned, there won't be a Beatles reunion as long as John Lennon remains dead.

George Harrison said this. I'm amazed! Not that he said it, which is great, but that he died ten years ago and John Lennon was killed THIRTY ONE years ago.

Seems like only yesterday, truly it does.

I'm thinking reunions today. Every year, I meet up with three of the girls who were in my class at school - Mandy, Jen and Jan.

Northampton High School For Girls.

I couldn't find a picture quickly, but here's the house where we had our music lessons - incidentally, designed by Charles Rennie Mackintosh. Beckett House.

(If I recall correctly, all the windows on the right were false so that the appearance of symmetry was maintained from the outside, despite the rooms having no windows on that wall)

I think Mandy, Jan and Jen have been meeting up for ages, but I was invited three or four years ago. Our first encounter was very funny. 

We hadn't met for thirty-five years or so...We all looked much the same, except they said to me, almost in unison 'Haven't you GROWN!'

When I was at school, I was tiny. So tiny I could have been the class mascot. So tiny that I had to buy a bra that was completely flat just so I could say I had one...(it was pale blue and white gingham)

I waited to have my growth spurt until I was in my late teens.

Now I'm TALL!

(I'm the one on the left)

I'm hoping I've grown in many ways, not just stature.