Today I packed parcels. I wrote eight slips out and remembered, after the sixth, that it was no longer 2019.
I moved on to load a gold 50p piece on eBay (it was Paddington Bear at St Paul’s Cathedral). I won’t trouble you with my views on “collectable” coins or the debasement of national character that accompanies cartoon animals being depicted on coins. However, I will let you imagine what these views are.
Then, just in case the excitement of being back at work became too much, I photographed some 1930s auction catalogues. That calmed me down.
A number of people rang me for advice on “rare” coins. On even rang me twice. I thought about telling him he was an idiot but customer service training prevented this.
You can tell how well everything went from the fact that I spent the whole day thinking it was Friday. It was only when Julia informed me that tomorrow was not Saturday, as I thought, that I realised my mistake.
We had vegetable stew for tea. Then we had cheese. It was very relaxing.
Now I’m writing a short post and I’m going to have tea and biscuits before going to bed.
As days go, I’ve had worse.