… to bed as late as 02:30 this morning, there is no possibility whatever of my leaving my bed when I awoke at 03:45. Not even on a weelday, never mind a Sunday.
09:45 was a much more reasonable time to awaken. It had given me time to go off on a nice little ramble but it’s not the kind of ramble that I would like to recount, bearing in mind the fact that you are probably eating your meal right now.
Breakfast at 11:00 is just like the good old days on a Sunday. It brings back many happy memories of Sundays in days gone past.
With having had a late breakfast I didn’t feel like any lunch. But wondering whether or not I ought to go out and find a football match, I nipped out to bring some stuff from Caliburn – and was almost bowled over in the hurricane.
It was the strongest one yet and watching football in this weather would be impossible – and playing in it even worse. And so I declined.
Instead, I did some more work tidying up the files on the external drive – the files that I had downloaded from the big desktop computer early in the week. And the stuff that I am finding that I had forgotten is amazing. And there’s much more to come too.
Tea was pizza again, and the rice pudding was … err … soomewhat past its best. Just a couple of mouthfuls persuaded me that I ought to consider another dessert. leaving it fr three days in the oven was not a good idea.
This evening I did go out for a walk. The wind had died down somewhat and was now just gale-force. So I didn’t hang around.
Back to work tomorrow so I’m going to have an early night tonight. Capitalise on my lie-in and come out fighting-fit tomorrow.
