The first day

It's 12.17 p.m. or 11.17 a.m. depending on where you want to be, and I suppose it's about time I started work.  Well, today was going to be the end of the 'holiday' and the start of me getting organised.  That was the intention last night when I was going to bed at 10.30 p.m. to get a good night's sleep in readiness for 'getting on' with things today. I even had a list:

1. Finish strimming the 'lawn' which I left half-done 4 days ago
2. Finish cleaning the main guest bedroom and ensuite which I started 3 days ago
3. Clean the lounge, in particular the windows, which I was supposed to start 2 days ago

(hmm, methinks I espy a pattern here)

Anyway, that was before I dediced I'd just load the photo of me in the Mickey Mouse poncho onto Facebook, by which time there was a good program on tv which 'only' had 15 minutes to go, and then I had to play card on my PDA, then it was 12.15 a.m. and I was wide awake and just couldn't get to sleep.

We did wake up by 8.30 a.m. this morning, though, but that was before John decided to answer a query for the B&B and I had to play cards, and before we went down to the boulangerie for bread for breakfast, before making and eating breakfast and then I just had to play all the games on the computer.  Then I had this idea, you see.  Instead of trying to write really good stuff for this blog, and starting numerous pieces, but not finishing them before life overtook me, I'd write a diary.  So I just had to start it before I forgot.

So I'd better get out and do that strimming.  Oh, wait a minute, I think I just have to. . . . .