Where does all the time go?

I’ve written a short blog (the one about the Peacock butterfly), answered a few emails, cleaned the fridge out, made a few sandwiches for lunch and proof read the monthly newsletter for spelling mistakes and typos. Seems a short list to say that it’s taken all day.

Oh, I’ve also – eaten lunch, sung Happy Birthday, served up 20 pieces of birthday cake, repaired the card reader I dropped, looked for a lost mobile, checked the bird table for life (still not seeing anything), taken the fridge and freezer temperatures, leafed through Farmers’ Weekly and dealt with a dozen enquiries whilst trying to concentrate. It’s all becoming clear now.

No wonder there never seems to be time to do anything.

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