Saturday, 24 March 2012
Call it a 'Doing Day'
When I woke up yesterday, my mind was full of Friday and what I wanted to do. It's definitely something to do with the lighter mornings, getting up isn't such a chore in the light, and in yesterday's sunlight it was really quite lovely. I noticed that even the spray of water from the shower that soaked the bathroom floor by mistake was all sparkly and lovely. Poetic, non? So before I even got as far as fully dressed and breakfasting, I had coloured my hair (if you think I leave my desk for too long before dealing with it...), unintentionally washed the floor in the bathroom and sorted out another load of laundry. After I cleaned up in the kitchen (can't do anything else till that's done...a teeny OCD that could do with a bit of growth), I resolved to catch up at my desk. Which meant ignoring anything else. I think when you get to the stage of just needing to do it, it's easier to get tunnel vision, and get on I did. Another batch of badges ready to go, overdue and upcoming cards made - a lovely chance to play with some new stuff, so well worth it. Lunch with my man, in the sun on deckchairs under my workroom window. Dangerous to go any fruther onto the garden. The sunshine was making the need to cut the grass and tidy up a bit more than a post-winter requirement. So when Mr D went back to work, Miss D came home from college. I gave her enough time to eat and then bribed her into the garden to help. It was lovely. I broke 2 panes of glass getting the lawnmower out of the shed. Fortunately unwanted, previously used....another of Mr D's 'I'll put that away sometime' things. Well, they're away now. In a box. Luckily it was toughened glass so it broke like a windscreen. Scared the beegees out of us though! We gave up when it got chilly. Brought in the washing and Mr D rang to say he'd be late. I slammed a chicken in to roast. And she and I stayed in each others company - I at my desk and she at this very computer, listening to comedy on iplayer and looking forward to supper. It was almost a perfect day. I say almost because of course, now there's a huge pile of ironing to do, and my desk looks as if I used every ink pad stamp and piece of paper in my collection. But I don't mind. Totally worth it. And now, please excuse me, I'm so exhausted that I have to go and lie in a darkened room and contemplate the things I didn't get around to. And there were a few....million.