Purple Dragon

My 'quiet room', where I keep all my meditative stuff, where I keep my computer, books and rocking chair, is directly below my son's bedroom.

My son has an electric guitar. With amp. And an acoustic. And an electric keyboard thing.

And two of his pals are up there with him, along with his sister.

ThrummmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I think my fillings are loose.

Thing 1 :

I have just had my sweet, ringlet-headed three year old walk up to me, hand me a tissue and say "Can you get the snot off?"

Nice.

Thing 2:

Yesterday, I had no choice. I sat at my desk, ready to catch up on all the blogging, comments to answer, entries to read, and NO! disaster! - there was nowhere to put down my tea, because of all the paperwork that I keep putting in stacks on the desktop, waiting to 'get round to it'. (Anyone remember 'round tuits'? Only me? O-kay...) SO, I had to sit and do my filing, my bills, my letter posting. I didn't manage to do my accounts though. Perhaps, today, if I get around to it...