Yeah - thought so - so I put up some flowers for you. Painted with H20s which have to be amongst the prettiest and easiest to slosh about paints, donchafink?
Monday will improve considerably for me when it gives way to Tuesday. I don't know why, but today I did not wake up with that sense of renewal, fresh week, clean slate that Mondays apparently prompt in the great and the good. (Yep, I've been torturing myself again - browsing celebrity blogs). I don't have any particular routines for any given day really (although Monday does require some tidying after a weekend at home...and some laundry..oh and some shopping...), and I most certainly don't make a fresh to do list on a Monday...lordy, it would drain any pleasure of anticipating my week. I'm not without routine though - in fact I often wonder how the flexible and spontaneous amongst us actually get anything done - I do like to achieve something tangible by the day's end. Not least because then I can reward myself with time at my crafty desk or a morning out with Jan...you know what I mean, the trade off that the protestant work ethic requires to assuage the old guilt. But even that's in the eye of the beholder isn't it. Take yesterday - I watched golf with Mr Dunnit, and apart from basic housework and cookery, did very little. But my daughter was delighted with my achievement - by bedtime I had actually read the first three chapters of a book that she recommended to me. She's sweet. She wants me to read it because she thinks it's one of the best things she's ever read. She wants to be able to chat about it and be a bit book clubby about its meaning and potential. And I, 30 years her senior, am already fed up with the main character, he's too damn young - and for a prodigy, being really stoopid. I haven't told her. I don't want my small Sunday achievement to end up a disappointment! Monday's achievement will be altogether better - self driven if entirely full of motivation, I seem to have done quite a lot. I'm sure if the rain rain (would) go away, I could be springy and enthusiastic about the office backlog I've been tackling and changing the sheets. Hmmm. Ah well. Today's achievement will be a roast for supper. How can that not feel like a reward for a day of work. Factor in a G&T. Go ahead, have the flowers, I know what I want now.