I like to think of Friday as my day off. A difficult
concept to grasp perhaps, for someone who doesn’t actually have a job. But
given the regular things I do every week, Friday is the one day I’ve got
nothing regular on. So how did today get to be so busy?
I don’t know if it was the autumn sunshine but I felt
like I should get on with things. So it was I painted the bathroom ceiling, for
starters. Followed by window cleaning, a visit to the butchers and various
other little jobs. I wouldn’t go so far as to say I enjoyed them, but I did
feel a sense of satisfaction at getting them out of the way. The one problem it
did throw up was the realisation of all the other jobs, which need doing around
the house.
Looking out of the back windows I know the time has
come to tidy up the garden for the winter. That means cutting back bushes,
trees and hedges, and then weeding, plus grass cutting. I think that can wait
until tomorrow, when I can get Mrs P to join in. Of course it will also
necessitate a trip to the council tip, which I certainly don’t want to do at
the weekend. Unless I have a desire to spend at least half-an-hour queuing;
which I don’t.
The eldest drives herself to work for the first time
this evening, comes home and changes, and then drives to a party. So it is that
Mrs P and I are lying awake in bed at midnight, waiting for her to come in. I
know this is the fate of many parents of teenagers today, but just because you’ve
got something in common with lots of other people it doesn’t mean you have to
like it. She comes in not long after midnight, happy and cheerful, and we get a
chance for some sleep. I fear this is only the start.
Yours needing a nap.
Jay
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