The trouble of living by lists is they are never exhaustive. Every task us simply replaced by another worse one. I have done three outstanding monsters: finished off every bit of greenhouse, finished mending picture frames and picked up a load of junk I didn't want from my mother.
I have not got my cement mixer together, dug a herb bed, got the washing machine completely mended or started my painting.
I have booked my train ticket to go away next weekend.
I have cut strips for today's charity patchwork.
I have lost loads of weight.
I have started a new patchwork - bad me because I have so many half done ones.
Why can't I have simple things on my list like Get up. Actually, that is often a mighty task. I love lolling around in bed reading the paper and messing up the crossword. I feel a bit of that coming on now.
I have not got my cement mixer together, dug a herb bed, got the washing machine completely mended or started my painting.
I have booked my train ticket to go away next weekend.
I have cut strips for today's charity patchwork.
I have lost loads of weight.
I have started a new patchwork - bad me because I have so many half done ones.
Why can't I have simple things on my list like Get up. Actually, that is often a mighty task. I love lolling around in bed reading the paper and messing up the crossword. I feel a bit of that coming on now.
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