Waiting…waiting for the game
Waiting...
What is there
to do on a dreary, wet, Sunday morning? I have 2 and half hours before I need
to leave for Leeds, and everything is flat, grey, uninspiring.
It’s always
been the same. I never work last minute, everything was packed the night before
and so these few hours are ‘dead’ time. Apart from the radio, the house is
quiet and still, stopped in time.
I’m not one
for the television and while I started a new book yesterday, I’m trying to pace
myself.
Last year I considered moving-house just for extra bookcase space but
after re-jigging the living room I finally managed to squeeze another in, which
is filling fast, hence the pacing.
I’m already
three coffee’s in and while I don’t feel affected by caffeine, I can do late-night
coffee and sleep soundly, a cold sports hall however will see me running to the
toilet every half, or more. I have some projects in the pipeline, re-coding my websites,
a new book, but I need right time to get the creative juices flowing and now
isn’t it.
The garden
needs doing and the out-house re-pointing, work-tops oiling, jobs that require
more time, and as I have said, it’s raining, so it’s just not going to happen.
So… what to
do? Well it looks like a fourth coffee with enough time to dig out the nappy
before I leave.
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