Lazy days
It began with a couple of meetings on Friday morning and then I decided to take an impromptu afternoon off. I did intend to catch up on a few things at home, wade through that huge pile of unopened mail and attempt some of those mundane tasks that never seem to get done. In reality it never happened and as at 5pm on a windy Sunday afternoon, the stack of letters remained by the doorway, added to which the post man had been and delivered more. He delivers on Sunday you ask. Well they came from somewhere and looking at the envelopes I could see most of it was undesirable stuff. You know the sort, either junk mail or those dreaded people wanting your money – bills to be paid. Drrr.
So, Friday afternoon I had thought that there would be time to read a little, do some research for one of my books, walk my doggies and then enjoy a date with a man and a movie. Arriving home around mid-day with a jacket potato in hand from the local sandwich bar – note sandwich bar – but yes they do jackets as well. I then proceeded to do absolutely nothing, apart from eating my potato of course which consequently led to that overwhelming feeling of guilt. Not eating the potato but doing nothing I hasten to add. So much to do, so little time to do it, and I did NOTHING. Yes literally nothing. I just sat in my favourite chair window gazing. Ever thought that sometimes the body just needs to do nothing? Just like those lazy sunny afternoons when you are on your hols, basking by the pool with a glass of sangria and you quite simply do nothing. I always seem to be going somewhere – hopping on and off trains or catching planes, running around like a headless chicken. Yeah! Yeah! All important stuff that only I can do and needed doing yesterday. Uhm! Those holidays seem to be few and far between. I remember the last one a couple of years ago, when I went with the girlies to Monte Carlo. We only went for a few days which turned out to be a blessing as they were all bickering and that was before we even arrived, not to mention had a drink. Can you imagine it? Grown women bickering. Well they do and they did. What an eventful few days that was. It reminded me of my school days. Now there’s a thought. So I’ll try not to beat myself up. Maybe today I just needed to do NOTHING.
As my house is built on high ground with views of the motorway in the distance I could see people in their droves passing by. Most of them no doubt on their way home, looking forward to the weekend and the opportunity to have some family time, socializing and all that stuff. Am I right? Whatever, headlights a glare…bumper to bumper I was so glad not to be in that traffic jam with news of overturned lorries in those 70 mile an hour gales. A miserable cold rainy afternoon and I was sitting in my cosy little study with a mug of hot chocolate, the fire warm, and candles aglow. You would have thought it late evening – so dark and stormy – and still doing NOTHING watching the world go by.
Needless to say I didn’t really feel like going out but had to make an effort. I’d promised. And so glad I did. A trip to the movies to see the extraordinary journey of a horse and the characters that fell in love with it. I’m talking about ‘War Horse’ of course. What a brilliant movie that was. Much of it set in rural England it reminded me of how beautiful our country can be and also prompted me to add more movie visits to my 2012 bucket list.
So, looking forward to next weekend and planning to do NOTHING again. Well perhaps a little reading and most definitely some writing, and I suppose I will open the post and pay a few bills.
And then?
And then I will have to take Butler and Gracie for a walk and blast I just remembered I need to see the sewing lady later ‘cos I have this dress to shorten and then I really must visit cousin Candy and then… I’m rambling.
Have a fruitful week.
Anna
