Running out of things to do waiting for the van to arrive bearing my book.
Couldn't sleep as someone else knew I wouldn't - thanks Gary! Up at 6.30 for my first round of breakfast, tea and toast. Then on to cleaning, laundry, bins and sorting out the mess that is my study. It's where I used to write and hope to do so again once my teenage son goes out into the big bad world. For now I'm relegated to my bedroom and I'm getting quite a dab hand at typing with the laptop balancing on my knees.
10.30 second round of breakfast this time orange juice and a Wispa bar I found at the back on the crockery cupboard. It's amazing what one will eat to distract oneself. Okay that is an excuse, I'd eat chocolate any time, day or night.
What next? All those clothes I've been meaning to sell on EBay for a start. So far put on 10 lots, next are my lovely evening dresses that Mrs Wobbly Tummy can't fit in anymore without looking like an anaconda that's swallowed a hippo.
After that? Depends on the time. I'm out later supporting the Canterbury Food Bank at their open event in Seasalter (C. Salter) love it. Did think about moving to Salter's Lane there till I found out it led to the refuse tip. It's a bit like living next door to a cemetery (apart from the dead boring joke) what's it got going for it? The road to nowhere? A room with a view? Squirrels. Speaking of cemeteries, there's a lot of cemeteries in Witch on the Warpath, but it doesn't mean I want to live/die there.
My book hasn't arrived yet and I'm waffling, time to put those dresses on EBay.