I’m not doing much. And I’m not even thinking much. I’ve mentally written a post or two, but when I do that it doesn’t seem necessary to write them in the flesh (as in, it’s the thought that counts).
I got up promptly this morning, as Dilly was tutoring and had asked me to babysit at 8.30. However, she’d changed it to tomorrow, which I should have checked on really, as I knew that Al wasn’t opening the shop today. I presume that means I need to babysit tomorrow. I shall go through clutching my breakfast in one hand, my face in another and the papers in a third, on the assumption that the children will be willing to watch CBeebies for a bit until I’m awake.
By the way, if you haven’t listened to “The News At Bedtime” on Radio 4, do. I’m not a lol girl every day, but I chortled happily. Turned out Ian Hislop was one of the writers. Figures.
What I’d like, by the way, is if the tv listings said if a programme is to be repeated in the next week. Number of times I’ve recorded one thing, watched another, regretfully missed a third, only to find out that one of the first two is on again at a convenient time. Why? Just tell us. Or maybe they do and I don’t know where?
The Sage is getting so au fait with looking for things on eBay, by the way. He’s even finding useful stuff now, and is also discovering that things he has and doesn’t really need will fetch Ready Money. Mind you, if he starts selling as well as buying it will quadruple the agony for me. I just pay the bill when he buys something.
Having my hair cut tomorrow afternoon. That means I’ll get on my bike for more than 500 yards for the first time in at least 10 days. Oh dear. I might have put on a pound or two.
That reminds me. Still a bit of yesterday’s pudding left. Too much for one. I think the Sage will have to share.
Or maybe I’ll be virtuous and abstain.
Or maybe I’ll not mention it and we can eat it tomorrow.
Maybe the bantams would like my share.
Actually, I’m genuinely undecided. I don’t know which way I’ll go. Although, come to think of it, if pudding is involved, the Sage would rather eat a double helping than give it to the bantams.