I heard Al leave for work at 8.20 this morning. It was raining. I felt for him, having to set up shop in the wet – but I was very glad it wasn’t me. On the other hand, Dilly, this evening, said that they’d been thinking with complacent pity of the holidaymakers, newly arrived at Center Parcs, who had been greeted with rain and wind.
Now I’m released from my duties, I’m starting to catch up with paperwork again. ‘Starting’ is certainly the operative word – I’ve got a succession of mini-deadlines and I’m working to them. One tomorrow morning – that’s done; one tomorrow afternoon – that’s for the morning. The one on Thursday is a bit of a bummer as it will take quite some time and we’re out tomorrow evening – the Classic Car Club has its Christmas dinner in mid-January and we’re committed. But it’s just typing, I don’t need to think, so I can always get up early and do it then. Of course, if I had any application and backbone, I’d be starting now.
I was going to say ‘pfft’, but actually, I think I’ll just get on and do it.
I apologise for being sensible.