… I did absolutely nothing today.
Not a tap.
It is Sunday of course and I’m still suffering from jet-lag and it’s cold outside too, so it was one of those days where I didn’t stray very far from my warm, comfortable attic.
A pile of books, some DVDS and some music, with a bit of desultory surfing on the internet – and a trip down to cook the Sunday pizza. That was about it, really.
But I reckon that everyone should have one day a week where he can sit around all day and do nothing at all without ever feeling guilty about it.
I mean – it’s not as if I don’t do anything for the rest of the week, is it?
