Still no news on Saints’ position although everyone is saying it is imminent and this new crowd have the money to secure it. I am getting a little sick of it now, as all I want to do is know that I have football next season and we can all get on with our lives.
Having the car yesterday helped me get a couple of outstanding tasks finished that would certainly not have been possible on the train. The guy came and picked his car up and discussed when he would collect the rest (a week or so) and I managed, with a late appointment at the travel clinic to get a prescription for my malaria tablets for honeymoon.
Still managed to get a mist coat on the en-suite, although we finished later than I had hoped and I was absolutely bush-whacked. Falling asleep almost immediately after sitting in the chair. I lie very slightly there. I actually managed, at the fifth time of asking to watch the Casualty episode that had eluded my stamina over the last couple of weeks. Now we can move on to the other three or four episodes we are behind. Pleased to be back decorating though, it’s like my work ethic generally, I like to put in the hours and feel guilty when I don’t think I have at any particular time. it’s just the way I’m built I guess and what frustrates me when I see different in other people.
Mood meter = Monday’s over at least.