I lost a week

It’s been a great start to the week — well, this was last week but I can’t be bothered to change the tenses, so keep up, this actually happened last week — mainly because I have found a whole week (the reason for such a great start to the week). Seriously. I don’t know how I messed up the dates but I thought a family gathering and other commitments were happening this week, but they’re not; it’s all scheduled for next week. The diary gobbled up a week.

That left me on Monday morning feeling rather joyous. I filled the kettle and did one of my old-school style jigs (ran around the table twice chasing a cat that’s not there) then took tea and biccies outside to enjoy the sun. I spent until 10.00am deciding how to fill my ‘found’ week. By 11.00am I hadn’t found anything better to do than have another cup of tea and weed a pot plant. Losing a week is highly recommended. It makes you slooooooowwwww right down. With nothing to do, you can simply do nothing. I’ve read two books and it is only Tuesday.

The odd thing is, that by the time this is published, it will ne next week and we will all have met up and it will be the start of a new week. I give up!