I’ve just remembered I agreed to write a piece for the newsletter. The deadline is tomorrow morning. I still have to prepare lunch for 12 following a meeting which I’m chairing tomorrow.
Everyone else who writes for the newsletter has something specific to talk about except the chairman. I sort of say “jolly good show, isn’t it all splendid, carry on chaps” and I can’t bear that sort of thing. I like a specific thing to talk about. Worse, by the time everyone gets the sodding newsletter I won’t even be chairman or on the committee any longer.
Maybe that second glass of wine was a mistake?
No, if not driving a second glass of wine is a benefit. Give me a purposeful half hour and I’ll have done it.
Then I’ll cook lunch.
Hope the weather’s good. I’m a bit truly fucked if I have to clear the dining room as well.