Going home tomorrow and wishing I weren't, sort of. I have lots of interesting things to do, including some imperatives. I must get on with my life after this heavenly sojourn. I'm slightly rested and I am intensely interested in several projects, including going through my clothes drawers and tossing stuff out. Has everyone read Marie Kondo? The is the Japanese neatness freak who writes books and gives courses to help people overcome their cumulative sins. We all need to make acts of attrition.

One of her major ideas is to say thank you. You have to thank your clothes - favourite items but too worn or too redundant or unfashionable to be any use. Thank them for the pleasure they have given you, and let them go. What if you applied that principle to people? Actually, some people do - let people go, that is - unlike people who need people (the luckiest people in the world?). You also have to make your clothes happy, the ones you keep. Give them breathing space, possible because there are fewer of them. I have a friend who has applied the Kondo principle and instructions to her socks and this makes her happy as well as the socks.

I could go on but the sun is past the yard-arm (I must look that up - soon), and I'm still on holiday.

Anon, anon...

I have almost "graduated" (if that is the correct term) from my screenwriting course and am about to become an alumna, joining others who have gone before me and who are committed, as I will be, to helping and encouraging each other. To enter this special Facebook group I had to enter my face.

For me, this is not as easy as it sounds. When I joined Facebook last year I tried to edit a picture of me and ended up with a lopsided half photo. I'm not very good with techie stuff. But this week I had help. I'm visiting my daughter and son-in-law and they did it for me. Well, I washed my hair (it was Saturday anyway), I dressed for dinner (a patio dress plus a shawl - I live in shawls) and a dab of lipstick. My son-in-law told me not to look down and he took a couple of shots. Then Kate adjusted (?) it, and sent it in.

I have been overwhelmed with the responses. You'd think it was my birthday. It's not. It's a good haircut, though. And I feel more rested than I've been, gathering my strength for the next assault, that is, the next challenge, whatever it is.

I guess I should put this blog on Facebook, to thank the dozens of people who commented and complimented me. I look pretty good for my age.