I had a lazy day today, to rest after my hard day packing parcels yesterday. Did I really work six days a week at one time? Or even five? I feel like a friend of mine who,,years ago, detailed his activities shortly after retiring and said plaintively “It’s a good thing I’m retired, or I’d never be able to fit it all in.”
He had, of course, made two cardinal errors – said “yes” when asked to go on a committee and allowed his wife to get involved with planning his day. Wives are wonderful things, but they are, unfortunately, not to be trusted with a man’s time. That’s why I intend having a shed or workshop when I retire. Ideally a shed with a moat and drawbridge. That way I will be able to call my time my own and find things even years after putting them down.
I’m actually thinking of making that my First Rule of Lethargy – an object which is at rest will stay at rest unless it is acted on by a wife, or the kettle is out of reach.
This is the first proper saturday I’ve had off for a while,a nd I was able to devote the middle portion of my day to watching Sharpe and the bits at either end to eating. Murder She Wrote served to fil lthat awkward afternoon gap. We are now about to eat vegetable stew and watch some quiz programmes.
I see on the news that Donald Trump is threatening to start a new social media platform and that the Queen and prince Philip have both had their Covid vaccinations. That’s nice to know, as we really need a new social media platform, and it brings my vaccination date nearer.
To be honest, neither really affects me as much as the fact that we are nearing the end of the Christmas biscuits and are likely to be reduced to eating Digestives by then end of the week. It’s just that I am sometimess eixzed by the need to write for posterity.
New trousers!
It’s a tempting solution…
I know that feeling, I was gutted when the Christmas biscuits expired, but on the positive side we still have a large Christmas pud!
Always an upside! 🙂
It’s funny… wives and time. Gillian used to say what your plans when I had a day off. I managed to halt it by explaining that I had none, because my working week had to planned, so I’ll take my free time as it comes. It’s taken nearly 20 years. I think it’s starting to work.
Enjoy the biscuits 😀
If it takes 20 years I should have started earlier…
I am enjoying my last few biscuits. Then I have to decide between a diet or new trousers…
Go for exercise, that way you can still eat the biscuits and don’t need new trousers 😂
That is a beautiful rainbow you captured, Quercus! The current situation over here will pass, though we are entering some kind of new era requiring adjustment and adaptation.
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I love the rainbow picture! On a more serious note, Simon, I may have to start following in your curmudgeonly ways. As states in our nation ignore the pandemic and half the country is obsessed with an orange toddler, I am finding my usual perky, optimistic self is having trouble being perky and optimistic.
Prky and optimistic (or Pollyanna, as I think of it) is all well and good, but curmudgeons are less likely to be disappointed by their fellow humans. Having said that, I’m increasingly disappointed by most of the world’s politicians these days.
The rainbow picture is a library picture, I’m afraid.
Always a sad thing when the last of the Christmas treats are eaten.
We still have a few smidgens of gingerbread and a couple of shortbreads left. But after that it’s a barren wilderness of non-snacking stretching ahead until Easter. 🙂