I'm still picking paint and primer off my skin after some weekend Joinery work.
I've done the bookwork.
I've even done real cleaning type housework.
I didn't get into the garden with the electric trimmer...a tool I really enjoy!
There is a pile of ironing waiting for me. I'm still ignoring it.
I've only got to make one more card for the 'Cards for Men' workshop in a fortnight.
I've only got one more card to make to meet my quota for the Card Marathon.
I ought to unpack and tidy away the contents of the baskets after last night's workshop. But I probably won't.
My desk looks even worse than it did on Wednesday.
|This is the third re-make - the tag has stayed the same throughout. I think I've finished with it now.|
I've got to get ready for Crop - and you know how I need natural light and oodles of time.
I need to get fuel. I didn't tell my passenger but last night we came home on vapours.
I need to finish the written instructions for the Card Marathon, but I can't because I haven't finished the cards.
My car needs a wash. I've had it three months and it's not showroom clean any more.
Grocery shopping may well become a priority after Mr Dunnit has cooked his own supper tonight. I predict beans on toast.
I'm still living and breathing.
The change to British Summer Time has done wonders to the feeling of spring.
The things I can control are all on my 'To Do' list.
The things I can't...well, I've learned to let them go.
At lunch time I'm going to Chichester. Miss Dunnit's sweet boyfriend is at University there. He's a classically trained trumpet player. A Music student. The Performance Dissertation is today. I wanna be in the audience. To show that card making, grocery shopping, ironing...whatever it is...nothing matters like the support of someone who loves you.
It's not a lesson, but it's worth knowing.