Perpetual motion
My brain refuses to stop working. It's really very clever, rather like an involuntary action or reflex, it just carries on thinking whether I want it to or not. There is no controlling what it thinks, or when, even asleep it continues incessantly until I come to the surface and attempt to control it by reading, or writing. Puzzles are good, Sudoku is wonderful for shutting down other areas of mental activity, and of course my old favourite Spider Solitaire is there if all else fails.
Tonight has been quite productive. I think I may have tracked down a couple of properties available to rent. It's really difficult to find furnished accomodation, I can't wait until the agents open to phone them and see if they are available.
Good old brain has just interupted this stream of thought with a ?good idea, a motor home. Right, I'm off searching.
Back again - That was disappointing. Motor homes are not as luxurious as I thought. I know that Hubby would only think one was acceptable if it had satellite TV. Oh well, the old processing machine threw me a bad one there, back to property to let mode