It’s another grey Sunday and I’m sitting here in bed bored and trying to think of what to do next.
I’ve also got a headache.
Which doesn’t help.
Here are my options.
I’ve got a good book going.
I’ve only finished the first part so no one ruin it for me else I’ll have to come over there and not be responsible for my actions.
My sister finished it and gave me mixed reviews telling me that it goes downhill with some uphills and then more downhills from here. That she enjoyed it but doesn’t know if she’d recommend it.
I’m interested in how differing our tastes might be.
Sort of like a psychology experiment.
Then there’s just sitting around on the sofa all day feeling sorry for myself.
But the danger then is that P will put something on the t.v. even more depressing than I feel, like how the Yellowstone volcano is going to erupt any day now and kill everyone on the whole earth.
O.K. that’s not exactly true, but apparently we’ll all be pretty screwed.
P’s a bit of an extinction nut.
Nut being the operative word.
Nothing like a geologist major to keep your chin up, what what!
And anyway, I did that yesterday.
Then, of course, there are the billions of stones waiting for me in the studio of which I’ve chosen one or two to try to keep the boredom away.
I actually tried designing a jewelry line for wholesale and I did quite well I think. But then I got even more bored with the idea of making the same pieces of jewelry over and over and over again and had to come inside to lay down.
I tell you.
I’m so lazy.
Whatever happens I know that I’ll be off in a minute to that large place up the road that sells food.
The kids are coming for dinner and we will have English soul food.
A proper Sunday roast.
For S, who is American and who likes it and that’s good enough for me.
I shall get out the special dishes for him.
And finally I want to share with you a love story.
It took a while, but I think we have a connection going on.
If not love then Wally must have been unconscious when Spud snuggled up to him.
Wally doesn’t snuggle lightly.
And here comes the rain just to top everything off.
Maybe I’ll just have another cup of tea instead…