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The Death of Good Intentions

The squirrel in the bin - Clitheroe

I had planned on a day of activity, relying on lists and time management and getting a lot of things done.

What I actually delivered was a day of sitting in front of the TV with a laptop, a book, a cup of tea and a box of paracetamol. This could still have quite productive, but after two nights of disturbed sleep, I managed to nap through large portions of the day. I also watched quite a lot of curling.

It can be tricky to differentiate between napping and watching curling.

Both our men and our women are clawing their way back from the brink of oblivion after poor starts. I think we must practice poor starts, we do it so well. Anyway, all we need to do is win…zzz…

Sorry, must have dozed off.

There was some ice hockey too, which is more exciting, unless you want to support Team GB. Our men haven’t qualified since 1948 and the women have never qualified, though they did once beat South Africa 27-0. I’m guessing that excellence in ice hockey may be linked to the natural availability of ice in a country.

I’m too tired for a witty, meaningful or well-crafted ending, so I’ll just say goodnight and post a squirrel on a bin photo. I’ve used it before but it makes me smile.

 

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