Tuesday, 6 July 2010
A typical summer's day
We Dunnits are on holiday this week. That is to say that Mr Dunnit and myself are not going to work (well, OK, we did go in for a couple of hours yesterday and he's 'popping' in this morning) and Miss Dunnit finished College last week and has taken to her bed, basically. So this morning, a beautiful summer day again here on the Hampshire Wiltshire border, I languished in bed, revelling in the empty day ahead. I was awake because Mr Dunnit has not quite shaken the habit of setting the alarm. For 6am. Oh well, at least I didn't have to get up straight away. He and her have to go out this morning (and they HAVE to...I have a birthday in a minute and you can imagine the carnage if it's about two last minuters who failed rather than about me), I decided that I'd spend the morning at my workdesk, playing and producing and getting a bit of a fix. Well, it's nearly 10 o'clock and I'm blogging. Dear interweb, you are this morning's avoidance technique. My desk is piled high with stuff and I can't quite face it. A tax return waiting to be done, mount paperwork - which I have tackled but is now awaiting filing, 2 presents awaiting wrapping, and a huge pile of A5 brown envelopes. All this on top of the craft stuff I wanna be playing with. That's holidays for ya. Turn your back for five minutes and there's a bunch of stuff to be done. We spent yesterday (post-work) schlepping around town visiting the bank, building society and solicitor. It took ages. Gah. And of course, there's the domestic stuff that seems to accumulate so much more quickly when we're all at home. I could have hoovered the lounge twice yesterday. I didn't of course. I made Miss Dunnit do it - once - her daily exercise! Oh and how much washing up can the three of us generate? I'm not used to them being home really - and certainly not if they use a different mug or glass each time they need or want a drink. I'm thinking of putting a lock on the kitchen door. Then I won't have to go to a supermarket during my holiday either! On the bright side - Mr Dunnit is a huge believer in lunch out and not doing anything we don't want to; staying at home can be difficult for a holiday; lucky for us he's got shapes to design for the Bol**cks machine, so we aren't in each other's pockets. Today's exercise will be a walk around the poppy fields and the white horse in the vale of Pewsey after visiting the recycling centre. Of such stuff are holidays made! Here endeth Tuesday's whinge.