33 degrees today, apparently. No wonder I don’t feel very inclined to proceed at great speed with my plans for the day.
The boy is away for a week and my plan was to focus on the flat.
DUring the last term it has deteriorated and deteriorated as I have quite honestly had no time at all to spare for things like housework or even tidying up a bit. Sounds like an excuse, I know, but I’ve been working 15 hours a day on average and I’m afraid things like eating and sleeping take priority in the free moments at times like those. But now I’m free. Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. So I planned to do something about it.
So far, not so good. I’ve discovered something else that I’ve been missing the opportunity to do – it’s having a social life. That and work (see another post still to be typed). I’ve been out for coffee and cakes with a friend I haven’t seen in ages, I’ve been out for a meal with another. This morning I’ve been to a picnic at church, yesterday a picnic at my new workplace. Tomorrow I’m off to visit my Goddaughters and sit through a Local Preacher’s meeting in the evening. Tuesday night I’m out to my second BBQ of the week. I’m at “work” all day Tuesday and Wednesday. So time is running out.
Needless to say, my concerted efforts thus far have extended as far as pulling everything out. My bed is covered, the bedroom and lounge and hallway have disappeared under mountains of “stuff” in the process of sifting and sorting, together with a similar mountain of charity shop potential. The dustbin is full to overflowing. And I have an ironing mountain which is so high I’d need breathing apparatus to reach the top. Ironing? Good grief – it’s too hot for ironing!!!
Trouble is, now I’m running out of time. I have no spare minutes Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday, and on Wednesday the boy returns, which wouldn’t be a problem except that he is bringing my brother with him to stay for a week. Which, of course, means that this evening will probably be spent shoving everything back into a single cluttermountain once more.