Looking at Things To Do For Work Tomorrow, I reflect sadly that I meant to spend at least part of my holidays writing several cogent and enthralling articles about things I'm long-term interested in, and I didn't.
I also meant to get a new phone, and I did do that, but then I spent practically the entire holidays trying to get rid of it again, because I couldn't get it to work, and the shop wouldn't take it back.
I also meant to make mince-pies. I have a large jar full of mincemeat. I have butter and flour. I didn't do that.
I'm 41 in a week: I have no plans for my birthday. (This is normal for me: I never do. Last year was the exception.) But I probably ought to want to do something. Go out for a meal. Invite friends round to watch TV. I just can't think of anything I want to do right now.
And I'm going back to work tomorrow. :-(
However, the sun is very shiny outside, and I'm meeting Ajay for coffee at one o'clock, and I haven't taken a paracetemol yet today, so I can take a 500mg one and just wait till it hits. Painkillers are yummy. \
