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Mar. 15th, 2010 05:08 pmOver the last two days, I have cleared off the big scary items on the To Do list. Saturday consisted of, after coming home from work, updating my CV in order to have it coiled like a tiger, ready to be sent out into the world to catch me some suitable employment. Sunday consisted of a frankly alarming cleaning of the bedroom, cleaning the mould off the damp wall which had suddenly got tremendously bad after the winter we've had, which led to an overall cleaning of the room.
So this morning, I got out of bed early. I went to a volunteer interview at the charity shop Jo is now managing (she gets volunteers; my CV is better. It's all good), came home and did all the mundane tasks like my laundry and the hoovering.
As such, for the first time in months, I spent this afternoon curled up in a fleecy blanket in my unusually tidy room, reading a really engrossing book that I'd never read before. My phone didn't go off; no one interrupted me; I had nothing to do, and nothing to feel guilty about doing. It was utter, utter bliss.
And then, when I had finished the book, I trundled downstairs to prepare the vegetables for tea tonight. (A belated Mothers Day meal, as Mum was working yesterday.) No one was there - no TV on with vacuous E4 programming, no one smoking in the dining room, no bloody phones bleeping ever fine minutes. As such, I quietly got on with prepping the veg, listening to my iPod.
An afternoon of reading a historial/supernatural novel whilst curled up in a blanket, followed by scoring sprouts while dancing around to the Orbital remix of the Doctor Who theme? YES PLEASE.
So this morning, I got out of bed early. I went to a volunteer interview at the charity shop Jo is now managing (she gets volunteers; my CV is better. It's all good), came home and did all the mundane tasks like my laundry and the hoovering.
As such, for the first time in months, I spent this afternoon curled up in a fleecy blanket in my unusually tidy room, reading a really engrossing book that I'd never read before. My phone didn't go off; no one interrupted me; I had nothing to do, and nothing to feel guilty about doing. It was utter, utter bliss.
And then, when I had finished the book, I trundled downstairs to prepare the vegetables for tea tonight. (A belated Mothers Day meal, as Mum was working yesterday.) No one was there - no TV on with vacuous E4 programming, no one smoking in the dining room, no bloody phones bleeping ever fine minutes. As such, I quietly got on with prepping the veg, listening to my iPod.
An afternoon of reading a historial/supernatural novel whilst curled up in a blanket, followed by scoring sprouts while dancing around to the Orbital remix of the Doctor Who theme? YES PLEASE.
