Killing time before The Biggest Loser

I've been kinda dazed today, off my game, half a step behind,,, afraid of the send button on my e-mail lest the text I was sending was quite mad. Not sure what triggered it but am hoping a quiet evening in front of the biggest loser (with pizza!) will solve it.

We have 9 new windows, 3 broken blinds and a smell of glue that I'm blaming for my malaise. The men were fast but horrible. At least horrible at first. The glue is worse.

To cheer myself up I called a friend at 3.30, asked for 45mins of her time and did these together... much better if only a temporary respite