Once upon a time…
there used to be enough hours in the day for me to do everything i needed to do. And i had the energy to do them all too. Wonder when it all started to slip?
The tent is still in the bath, although it’s much lighter now so will probably be safe to lug down the stairs tomorrow and pitch up to finish drying 
Turning it to expose more soggy bits periodically seems to have been working!
My essay is still unwritten. I’m formulating a plan to write about anything that will fit in with part 3 of my exam and just nod in passing at Byron, not exactly what the question asks for but then if she gives me a big fat zero my overall coursework average (OCAS) will still be 71% so does it matter (well, yes, obviously it does because I can’t work like that but…)
Got lots of washing done today, most of which is now dry and in heaps round the kitchen and stairs waiting for me to sort. Somehow the washing always grinds to a halt at this point!
Dumped loads of clothes at the charity shop this morning - Aprilia seems to have grown out of everything all at once and we emptied out her cupboard the other week of everything that was getting small, leaving her with about 5 outfits that still fit. Ah well, Asda do cheap clothes….
And somehow that took all day. How I hvae no idea but it did. How do people find time to work?
by not doing anything else. Once upon a time I had a life. I’m remembering it this week, and wishing it a fond farewell as it slips off into my memories
Comment by jax — August 30, 2007 @ 10:39 am