I have all these ideas lately of things I want to do. This is because I am very busy at work, and the busier I am the more things I try to fit in. When I’ve got spare time, it takes me all day to do one thing (like “get newspaper from the front lawn” or “brush hair” or “eat”). When I’ve got to be out of the house by 7.30am and end up scarfing cheese for lunch at 2.30pm, because I’ve been flat out all day, this is when I’ll get the most things done. As well as the early (by my standards) start, I have taken the cat to the vet (that’s the last of his vaccinations, not that he’s at all grateful) and dropped him back at the house; headed straight out again to the supermarket; paid some bills online, including a couple of eBay things; dashed off a few emails which have been haunting me with their unansweredness; thought of a brilliant present for my mum’s birthday (it was in May, shut up); and got petrol. Actually I mean diesel (the mighty Landrover is a diesel); I mistakenly say petrol every time, and EVERY time Mr. T looks up in alarm in case I have finally become the supreme blonde overlord and actually put petrol into a diesel car. But hey, at least I filled it up. With something. Duh. Math is hard! Let’s bake some cookies for the boys!
* (Title courtesy of the Indian takeaway menu on the coffee table. What, you think I could make this stuff up?)
