As far as I'm concerned it is half way because if I stop at the 30th of July and don't move over to the 31st then I won't get any older. Now that's logic.
I've tried several times to post the monster of a weekend, thank you Mother, but I can't talk about it. It's taken three days to just put it in my journal.
So, I've given myself a week's respite care. I've done all the washing that was lying around, been out in the garden to water the plants and nearly watered the neighbourhood lost soul. This old tom has been wandering up and down my street for years, sleeping on roof tops in the sun but this is the first time I've seen him in my garden. It was a shock for both of us but he didn't look too well so I've left some Whiskettes by his little nest of weeds.