If there are a hundred jobs to be done, ninety nine are likely to be completed. If there are two jobs needed; the chances are neither will happen. All that time we spent bridge hopping during our 'confinement' there were an awful lot of things that I put off doing because there was always tomorrow. Not just chores - I never did jump a train into Norwich, nor get to see the film Quartet, for example.
Yesterday was quite a long and tiring day in the cold and 'excitement' and tomorrow will be quite a long day dragging our bottoms slowly into March in the cold. So you'd think today would be a day of rest wouldn't you..... nope
Out of bed at 7.15. Discussed the view from the galley window with a, very unimpressed, Daisy cat and then set about emptying, scrubbing and re-organising the fridge - pleasantly surprised by the distinct lack of unidentified furry objects (for once).
That job done, I showered and breakfasted and it wasn't even 9 o'clock. Lesley and I set off for a walk, with the dogs falling into their usual patterns and Floyd managing to pee all over Muttley who happened to be in the way. An excellent carvery (something I normally avoid) at The Five Bells and back to the boats where I set about the mammoth task of re-filling the spice racks - 48 in all - and then re-listing and storing all the remaining herbs and spices back into the scary cupboard (I'm sure most of you have a scary cupboard), before doing the same again with the bean, lentil and rice canisters. Then it was time to walk the dogs again. But why? Why didn't I sit and read, or snooze, whilst the others were glued to the Grand Prix? I do hope I'm not pregnant.
Tomorrow, of course, I will have the satisfaction of whingeing about how tired I am
Yesterday was quite a long and tiring day in the cold and 'excitement' and tomorrow will be quite a long day dragging our bottoms slowly into March in the cold. So you'd think today would be a day of rest wouldn't you..... nope
Out of bed at 7.15. Discussed the view from the galley window with a, very unimpressed, Daisy cat and then set about emptying, scrubbing and re-organising the fridge - pleasantly surprised by the distinct lack of unidentified furry objects (for once).
Tomorrow, of course, I will have the satisfaction of whingeing about how tired I am
I know exactly how you feel. Sort of hanging about waiting you don't feel like doing anything at all, just the basics of getting on with life.. Oh and walking the dogs!
ReplyDeleteWhen it is time to move on you start to want your boat really up to scratch!
I am feeling much the same at the mo! xx
PS So pleased to see you at Upwell.. Might even meet you on the Nene too!
PPS This comment might have gone twice.. not a good internet here it messed up so don't know if it went!
You reckon the Nene will stay off strong stream long enough for anyone to get on it, let alone meet up, do you? xx
DeleteHa! Well lets hope the sun is out then! Am used to the flooded Nene! LOL!
ReplyDeletePregnant!!!! That's what happens when you get "Spicey" in the "Scary" cupboard!
ReplyDeleteNo Spice in our "Scary" cupboard,ha ha, but you don't bend over it for too long, TOOOOOOO risky!
Does Angela worry about you at all?
DeleteSounds like you've contracted that spring cleaning bug! I had that a week or two back, but am over it now. It doesn't last long.
ReplyDeleteThank goodness for that; I was beginning to worry. Mind you it only seems to happen when we're travelling and we're stuck again now!
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