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I've just looked at my diary for next week. Apart from having far too much work on right now, and being under huge stress that and personal issues, I have three nights out on the trot - Pub Quiz on Sunday, Political Working Part on Monday and full Schoo Governors on Tuesday.

I really can't duck either Monday or Tuesday, and Sunday is *fun*, dammit - and we're not having much of that right now.

Friday morning is Yet Another Parish Plan Workshop, and I think I will have to cancel that. Friday night is - hurrah - the glorious Phil Beer close up and personal at Nailsea Folk Club.

I guess I'll get through it all, but I'm tired. So tired.

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After the success of the Roomba, I went mad and ordered a Domotec steam mop - it's wonderful for doing the kitchen floors, but today I had a proper "go" with it. It was just good to get away from computers and other assorted stress.

I did the patio doors and the kitchen windows - there's a knack to use it on glass, but I think I've got it now. I did the cooker which, if I'm honest, I must confess to have been disgusting. It isn't now. I mopped down the cupboard doors, and the fridge/freezer, and the dishwasher. Then I came to my senses, and went and sat down with a cup of tea.

( But not before I did something quite extraordinary. )

Where will it all end?

Bed now - my shoulders ache.