It’s Sunday morning. I’ve just eaten a second crumpet, put some music on, and I’m working on writing some interesting program code for a project I’m involved with.
Ruth just challenged Claire to have a shower in less time than it takes her to go to the shops and buy some milk. Then made it more challenging by putting obstacles in her way, which she’s trying to negotiate while not flashing the neighbours through the windows – made challenging by the fact that she’s wearing my dressing gown, and it doesn’t have a belt.
I comlpain about being busy, sometimes: about never having any free time. But I supopse that’s the way I like it. I wouldn’t wish it any other way.
Better get on with that code.