If there's one problem about not having a timetable to stick to, it's that over the period of a few weeks, you start slipping into bad habits. Bad habits that usually involve time spent in bed in the mornings, regardless of whether you're asleep or not. I don't know about you, dear reader, but there's something deliciously satisfying about being able to pull the blankets about you, stretch, and be able to doze for an hour or more.
I'm only just keeping up with my 'One thing to be struck from my list per day' regime. Grandad put a shelf up in my side of the attic yesterday, and I sorted out my bookshelves today. I must admit they look rather good if I may say so myself. Not as cluttered now, although my 'to be read' shelf looks rather dubious with the amount of books on it. I must put aside some more time in which to actually sit down with a book and read it. I've started doing it a couple of times a day, whenever we (the household) set aside what we're doing and have a cup of tea together. Grandad normally uses the time to read as well, and I'm sure before long Nana will be doing it.
I went to Nathan's school fair yesterday. Enjoyable, even beyond the fact that I won a rather large bottle of expensive brandy from the tombola stall. (That's Grandad's birthday present sorted..) the day was nice, unlike today when it absolutely heaved it down.
18 Days until 'Wicked', 19 Days until Kelmarsh. Fun fun fun.
