In the last 3 days I have driven almost 100 miles, "going no-where" - or I could say, on journeys of no longer than 10 miles, and most no longer than 5 miles. As a result, among other things, two cars have been serviced, my hair is cut, the larder is no longer bare, I've had a flu shot, and Jack has a had an X-ray and prescription for painkillers for a sciatic nerve flare-up in his leg (suspect cause was clearing out the wetlands drainage pipe, see photo on yesterday's post). Why is it I feel I have been busy all the time, but nothing significant has been accomplished?
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