I am so tired and am a bit of a cranky cow tonight. All that decluttering yesterday did me in! I was busy at work and it wasn't a good day. I feel like a haggard old crone. time for a long bath, I think. At least my cleaner would be happy that the bottom of the house looks less of a pit. Tomorrow in the younger boys room, is a challenge and a half. God knows how many binbags I will fill.
I have reached number 80 on my 101 in 1001 list. The last 21 are proving difficult to pin down. I hope to finish it tomorrow.
So Obama is President. It was wonderful to see all the hope and joy in the crowds. It quietened the cynic in me. Maybe we can hope. Mind you, I remember 'When things could only get better..' in 1997! Anyway, it was nice to see some hope on people's face and some positivity to relieve all the gloom and doom recently.
My poetry is still alluding me. I don't think tales of homemade stock, aching feet and clearing out crap are the type of subjects that my tutor has in mind. I thought I was a poet but when I put pen to paper, it is rather obvious, I am not.
Time to run a bath, load dishwasher, etc, etc!
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