…that you’re supposed to be doing a blog post each day.
It’s late and you’ve been busy, I get it.
That gas hob wasn’t going to buy and install itself. United weren’t going to win at Portsmouth without your support, and yes, that was an absolutely superb braai.
The steak was especially good.
But don’t forget that you still need to sort a blog post before bed.
Ok?
It’s been a long day after not much sleep last night.
I completely understand why my mind decided that I couldn’t sleep until 1am, after a dramatic Sheffield United win at Millwall and my entirely justified rage at our lanky, Welsh number 9 for his lack of effort in the final few minutes. However, quite why the same mind decided that 4am would be a good time to start thinking about so-called important things instead of sleeping is a bit beyond me.
An early morning followed, with a 7am pilates class – I just go for the stretching – and then a rush home to rescue the washing from the surprise rainstorm.
I decided to throw myself into things and go for a run in the rain, and it was lovely. But it did use what meagre energy I had left. A couple of errands around the locality, and then some horseriding (not me), and suddenly, the day was gone.
And let me tell you: the night isn’t going to last very long either. My bed is singing out to me, and who am I to refuse the Sirens’ call?
Hugely busy day. Now watching United on my phone while socialising and watching riding in the sunshine.
Out for dinner later.
And there’s a real danger that I might forget to blog.
So here you go. This will fill any chance of a gap.
More tomorrow.
It’s been hectic.
Washing, kids to school, repairing the kitchen, gym, mending the bathroom, making dinner, taking the beagle to have its stitches removed (all good, thanks), learning how to repaint a car, repainting a car, kids from school.
And then football this evening.
And then loadshedding.
And then United away at Swansea.
I didn’t even have time to start my beginner’s course on the piano.
What the F?
It’s the one just above middle C.
Can’t just dive into your 3 hour long Beethoven stuff. Start small, but get it right.
Tomorrow.
Knackered (surprise, surprise) after a busy day of Robben Island prep. I assigned a couple of tasks, found a very friendly butcher, almost sorted a whole budget, listed some birds and animals, and purchased 200 plastic sacks and 6kg of chicken nuggets.
Amongst other things.
Listened to some music:
New Placebo is good.
New Einaudi is good.
But I’m not going to make it to kick off time for Arsenal v Palace tonight.
Sorry for the brevity. More tomorrow.