Nothing to report.
Today I am like the BBC newsreaders in the 1950s who would occasionally come on the radio in their evening dress and announce gravely: “There is no news today.”
This is exactly the message I have got for you.
It has rained too much to hang the washing out, and there was lots of it because I had forgotten about the last load yesterday, which I found lurking in the washing machine as a surprise this morning.
It took me a ridiculously long time after that to wash up all of the pots which had been left in the sink by my tiresome family.
I answered some letters and did some sums and filed some of the clutter from my desk. I went to the bank to pay last night’s takings in, but did not have the heart to look at my balance or absence thereof.
A friend sent a message this morning saying she might come and see me, but then changed her mind as we had only just got out of bed.
Mark and Number Two Daughter went off to the farm to do camper van fixing lessons.
After a while I went to work, which is where I am now.
It is still raining.
I am feeling bored and grumpy.
I am feeling bored and cross and grumpy.
I have read all of my library books and forgot to go to the library to return them today. The library is closed tomorrow so I won’t have any library books then either.
I should have started on some of the sewing for the camper van, but by the time I had finished washing up and doing sums it was almost time to take Lucy and go to work, so I didn’t, and then had nothing much to do for twenty minutes.
I am cross and bored and it is all my own fault.
I have stolen half a packet of fruit pastilles left lying around by Oliver and I am eating them to make me feel better, which is not working yet.
I know that I am being rubbish. I have failed to fill the unforgiving minute with any distance run whatsoever, and I am cross with myself.
I think that probably I need to do some exercise and get some more sleep. I will do this shortly when the Beautiful Loveliness Holistic WellMe Health Spa has chucked everybody’s children out for the evening.
I think that might be more fun than sitting in a taxi.
I will do better tomorrow.
I couldn’t think of an appropriate way to illustrate my rubbish behaviour today, so I have attached a picture of Oliver.
LATER NOTE:
I did go swimming, and had the whole ice plunge adventure, followed by a steaming shower and a wash with my gorgeous Chanel soap: and then another ice shower, followed by drenching myself in lovely Bluebell perfume.
Tomorrow I will do something marvellous.
I am happy again.
