… a Day Of Rest.
And quite right too. After my exertions of the last week or so, and with many more exertions to come in the very near future, I reckoned that I needed one.
So a lie-in until I don’t know what time, and I can’t even remember if I’ve set foot outdoors – it’s been one of those days today. No football, nowhere else to go, but ask me if I care.
I’ve sat by the fire, did some stuff on my presentation about the Trans Labrador Highway, read a book, watched a film or two, and that’s really about my lot.
I cooked a pizza in the oven in the woodstove, and the more I use it the more I realise what a good plan that was to buy it. €297 is about the equivalent of 15 bottles of gas at current prices and as my wood costs me nothing, I reckon that I will have paid for this in a matter of two years, not to mention avoiding the inconvenience of going downstairs to cook in the lean-to in minus 9°C.
In fact, all kinds of thoughts are running through my head right now.
So now it’s an early night, I reckon. I want to be on form for the week to come.
