Great Tit

It started well. I woke, blinked in the dawn light and found that I was fully functional, which isn’t always the case in the morning. Up, wash, clean teeth, on to the computer. Answered a couple of emails, checked comments on WP and played that addictive game with the snakes made out of squares. I really must give it up. Ten or fifteen minutes soon melt away. By the time I finished, snarling at the screen, Julia was making breakfast. I did some filing and she called me through.

We had cereal, blueberries and sliced banana and toasted fruit bread. (Julia had been seized by the urge to bake yesterday. We watched the birds for a bit (saw a Jay for the second time since moving in and the first time since starting to record for the BTO Garden Bird Survey). Washed up.

Back in the office I began to prepare previously taken photographs to add to a couple of posts I am doing for the Numismatic Society. I also did the final edits for the posts and assembled the emails, putting text and photos together and putting them in the “Draft” box. One I then sent. The other will wait until next week. Then I went to the list of my Facebook publications and added the titles of the two new articles to the list (in italics). The other one in italics on the list, I turned to ordinary letters as it is now up on the page. In the file of FB articles I proceeded to put that one in the “Published” sub-folder and moved the two new ones from “Documents” to the file of articles awaiting publication.

Long-tailed Tit

Though it seems like a long time when you have to read the  boring detail, it actually takes even longer to do than it does to describe.

A bit more filing, this time spending a little time on sorting things out, answer some more emails, chase some cubes around the screen, search for, and fail to find, a letter from the tax office, and it’s time for lunch. I haven’t even written a list of jobs to do yet and I’ve frittered away half a day on things of little importance.

With deadlines looming, I need to be writing poetry, not corresponding with insurance companies and people who sell lemon trees.

I made egg sandwiches for Julia using the leftover egg mayonnaise from last night and had cheese and tomato myself. We had Afternoon Tea yesterday with my sister, hence the large amount of sandwiches in our diet. We will be back to proper food tonight – sausage casserole.

Blue Tit

During lunch we saw a coal tit on the feeders. We haven’t seen one since before Christmas, so that’s another new one for the survey.  I’m now back at the keyboard blogging about all the things I haven’t done, but as I close in on 500 words I really must get down to some useful work.

It was during lunch when I was complaining I didn’t seem to be able to get anything done and referring to “working” in the “office” that Julia pointed out that all I was doing was pixilated pottering in the spare room. She isn’t wrong, but it’s still a stinging criticism.

When this is loaded I am going to look for a sausage casserole recipe. And still no poetry written . . .

Little Egret