Thursday, 12 October 2017

Deadlines and Distractions

I had some time this afternoon to get some work done.
"Are you to work upstairs?" asked my husband with surprise, as I picked up my computer and headed towards the door.
"I think it might be wise..." I replied and head off upstairs to work.

I looked out of the window of the spare room, noticed the sunshine and the breeze, and remembered that I had decided to wash the bedclothes today.
I stripped the bed, loaded the machine.
"Do you think we should switch from the 4 tog duvet? It is a good time to change the duvet as I am doing the bedding"
It is agreed that we will graduate from the summer duvet.
I go into the spare room and settle down to work.

A minute later my husband appears.
"Where are the clean sheets?"
How can I resist the offer of someone else making the bed?
I find the bedding and settle down to work.

Rats, the mouse is downstairs.
I go downstairs to get the mouse.
I remember the notes I wrote in my notebook.
Feeling pleased I take the notebook from my bag and go back upstairs,
picking up the pillowcase that has fallen off the banisters.
I sit down and settle down to work.
The mouse is still downstairs.

I get the mouse.
I can not even have chocolate, as lunch was late and tea will be early.
It is one of those days....

My husband appears
"Do you remember how much I need to pay? You wrote it down."
"I have no idea where?
He looks at my notes.
"You wrote it there...."
He spots the required figure and departs.
I open the file and settle down to work.

A notification comes up, that the power is low and the computer is about to go to sleep...
I go downstairs and get the power lead,
and settle down to work.

A voice floats up the stairs, "Do you want a coffee?"
"Yes please"
"Where is your cup?
"Here"
"Well bring it down then!"
I take my cup downstairs.
The washing has finished its 90 minute cycle.
I hang the washing outside.
The garden looks beautiful in the sunshine... I drink my coffee in the garden.

I go back upstairs and settle down to work.

How does anything ever get done?
It is a mystery!

Here endeth the fourth day.

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