I worked assiduously this morning. Not on what I’d intended to, as the Sage plonked a valuation on my desk to type up, but anytime I do work as soon as it is given to me feels like great efficiency.
I am chilly. The room is next to the Aga-warmed kitchen but it is, at present, unheated. Having become chillier during the morning, I have just lit two candles and fetched a blanket to go over my knees. It is not that cold really, it is just me.
I have realised that tomorrow I am going to spend the day in Norwich, until 4, and then have to be back there by 6.30. Norwich is half an hour’s drive away. I wonder if it is worth coming home. Probably not and I might as well go to a café for a couple of hours. Or shop. I only really care to start Christmas shopping in December, but it is a busy month. I also have a not-shopping-in-Norwich-in-December policy, which I instituted some years ago when parking and, indeed, moving, became impossible. I tried parking and riding, which is fine if you are after a jolly or business, but is hopeless for real shopping as you need to decant parcels every so often. Shopping is not done in half measures.
I wonder if the second lunchtime glass of wine was not a good idea. It cheered me for a while, but now I’m gloomy again. Chocolate hasn’t helped. Nor has music. Damn.
The Archers has just started. Wisely, I listened to it online last night as high drama was promised – the night when daggy Ruth was to embark on her dirty midweek with her cowman. Wise, as there was a fully descriptive review in the paper this morning. Why is Ruth such a deeply unappealing character? David is rather too perfect, albeit a tad dull, and her voice is truly dreadful – and don’t tell me that, after nearly 20 years away from the North East, her accent would not have softened to some small degree – but surely that’s not enough?
I’m not depressed. Just pissed off. Damn. If I’m not over it by tonight, champagne will be needed.
The good news is that I got a bank statement and I have whole lots more money than I thought, I don’t know why.