Vertigo

No, not the Hitchcock thriller, but the head-spinning, room-reeling, can't-walk-along-the-landing-without-bumping-into-the-walls, disruptive kind. It's been a useless week. There was some good news: it wasn't so bad I couldn't get dressed and downstairs before motion sickness kicked in; the in-laws rallied round so daughter could get to her driving theory test on Tuesday*; and spending two days prostrate on the couch meant I could watch the entire first series of Life on Mars.** Great music, shame about the avocado wallpaper.***
So not a big week for progress, instead of decorating the living room I've been shuffling around the house like an old crone. But the floor looks bogging smart.

* she failed again, but only by two points this time
** surreal experience, lying on the couch watching Gene Hunt et al getting boozed up while the room oscillated about me
*** and we were so pleased with our new avocado bathroom suite in 1973...