Busy doing nothing

Ah the joy of the 4 day week. I’ve had the whole day off today, and it’s been non-stop, let me tell you. First off, there was a serious lie-in, man, I pretty much had to stay in bed until 11am. Then I had to take a call, well receive a text message, then I had to reply to that, so after making some toast and then eating it, well, that was the morning taken care of. The afternoon continued at the same furious pace; there was some lounging around in sweat pants, some bathing, which was naturally followed by some dancing around in underwear to some Motown classics. I did eventually get dressed, and then, because I had nowhere to go, and no-one in particular to see, I got all glammed up and headed to Lewisham to wander aimlessly around the shops, looking fabulous just because I could. Disaster loomed when I couldn’t find the Primark shop - but then I got sidetracked by the orchids on display at M&S. Spent about half an hour staring at various orchid plants, toying with the idea of treating myself to one of them for my bedroom. It was a big decision, because if I went for it and bought an exquisitely beautiful and elegant orchid, I’d be forced to tidy my room. You can’t have a lovely orchid surrounded by piles of crap - there’d be no point.

I decided to go for it, and the orchid is lovely, and I did tidy up my room, and now it is lovely too. Why can’t I be tidy all the time? Why? What stops me putting things away? I just don’t understand. Took me over an hour - and it was mostly just clothes, scattered over every surface. So, as I said, big day. And it’s going to get better, because I am away for the weekend up in the wild lands of the north, and apart from a 4am start tomorrow to catch the plane, it’s all good.

In case any of you forgot, consider this your official reminder IT’S MOTHER’S DAY on Sunday. It is in the UK anyway. Me and Tom got it all sewn up remarkably early this year - we sorted the pressies last weekend, and I’m delivering them in person tomorrow. Are we good children or what? ’Course, we’re good because she’s so good.

Love ya, Mum.