I had so many plans for today.I was going to get up after Martin left at 6:30am and do a quick whizz round the house with a duster and the hoover. I'd spend 30 minutes updating the finances for the week and moving our savings, then I would settle into doing some freelance work for the day by 8am. I'd knock off at about 2pm and freshen up, then go to the local town for a yellow sticker snuffle. Back home by 5:30pm with my bargains, cook a nice dinner, then enjoy an early night with a book.
What actually happened was that I fell asleep again roughly a microsecond after Martin left the room after saying goodbye to me this morning at 6:30am. I woke up with a start at 9:30am. I had three cups of tea and meandered around the Guardian website's business and money sections until 11:30am. It took me half an hour to get washed and dressed, something that usually takes me about 5 minutes. I faffed around in the kitchen unloading the dishwasher and tidying until about 12:30pm. To try and stop feeling any more useless than I already did, I put the beginnings of a chicken and sausage casserole in the slow cooker.
It's now 2pm and I have been sat at my desk trying to write for an hour and have got nowhere but here to write a blog post.
Today has not gone swimmingly.
I can tell by how exhausted I am that the evening could be a write-off too. I am contemplating a sleep as I write this.
It's just started raining as well.
The only ray of sunshine here is that someone is coming this afternoon to give us £70 for a circular saw we don't use any more.
To hell with it. I'm calling it quits on this afternoon and having a sleep. Sometimes I get a second wind about 7pm and can be quite productive with the writing so I think that is going to be my revised plan now.
Martin will be home shortly and he can deal with the saw man.