I’m squeezing in a quick blog post now, because I have a piano lesson to facilitate and then a school meeting to attend and I have been extraordinarily productive this morning. Delivering bread, buying drugs (careful now), making and then taking charity sandwiches to the farm stall for distribution, organising a door repair, assisting with homeschooling and managing a quick (ok, short, not quick) run as well.
Not only that, but dinner is already bubbling away on the stove (and smelling really good), and it’s not anywhere near dinner time yet. The organisation is
And if I can make this post happen fairly quickly, I might even manage to pack a box or two before I’m needed elsewhere.
I’m not like this every day (in fact, I’m very much not like this at all on most days), and so I have to make the most of it when I am.
Which is exactly why I’m not going to get distracted with 1500 words about our Covid situation or the human firepool which is Refilwe Mtsweni-Tsipane’s maskless appearance at the weekend or even our progress to the fifth round of the FA Cup.
Right, time to stir the pot and then pack all my shoes. Well, most of my shoes.
I’m not making that mistake again.