It's 16.05. I have booked a blood test, decided which walk-in centre I will go to for my COVID booster and written a blog post. I have caught up with some WP reading, skimmed the news and made lunch. Earlier today I spent two hours in the back room of a …
It's 16.05. I have booked a blood test, decided which walk-in centre I will go to for my COVID booster and written a blog post. I have caught up with some WP reading, skimmed the news and made lunch. Earlier today I spent two hours in the back room of a shop drinking tea. It's not an impressive list of activity and I really should have done better. Specifically, I should have sorted more books and started making some lists of things I need to do before moving.
However, I'm now going to run into the kitchen and make it look untidy so Julia thinks I've been doing things.
As I wrote that, she rang. It's as if we are linked by some cosmic bond. I confess to laziness and she picks up on it from miles away, rings, asking if I have been cooking.
"Yes." I said.
"No you haven't."
How does she know that? Can she read my thoughts at a distance? Is she bugging my computer? Or does experience lead her to suspect I have sat here all day and done nothing?
There's something uncanny about the woman.
Later this week I am going to start selling on eBay. I have a lot of low value rubbish lying around and it will probably be better to sell it than to give it to a charity shop. I will do a test run and see. If it works I will carry on. If it doesn't, I can change to Plan B.
Plan A - sell it on eBay.
Plan B - don't sell it on eBay.
There are obviously a few of the finer details that I need to work on, but that will do for a start.
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