I so much like tracking my days. Looking back at the small everyday happenings is one of my favourite things about blogging, and now I've been doing it for eleven years I do like to marvel at how much life has changed. Earlier this week I said I was going to track my days for a couple of weeks, to see whether I really was running around fitting an extraordinary amount of stuff in or whether, as I suspect, I'm pretty idle and just talk a lot about the occasional interesting things I do. So here goes... Monday 20th Woke up early so curled up on the sofa with a cup of tea and watched an episode of Call the Midwife while the sun rose before I let the chickens out. Started work at 9.30, and had some disappointing work-related news in an email, so we consoled ourselves (well, me) with a cafe trip (with cake, despite it still being before 10.30). Worked at home for the rest of the day, hoovered for the second time in a day (very unusual, but the floor was filthy again), did a mountain of washing up and prepared lunch and clothes for Tuesday, then some financial jiggery-pokery in the evening (checking the budget, switching savings accounts, that type of thing) before another episode of Call the Midwife. Bed about 11pm. Tuesday 21st Alarm went off at 5.30, and I went straight outside in my dressing gown to open the chicken house. The stars were bright and there was a thin crescent moon and I stood for a while just looking at the sky. Got engrossed in writing a blog post, and ended up leaving late for work, meaning I didn't get a parking space, and after driving round for ages had to park further away and walk back. It took me almost two hours to get from house to office (it normally takes one) and I arrived flustered and grumpy. Nipped outside at lunchtime and it almost felt like spring in the sheltered sunshine. Home by 5.30 but tired, so had a lazy evening, half a pizza for tea, then a nice long bath with a book. Wednesday 22nd Worked at home. Breakfast in the cafe, then a sneaky nip into town for a quick wander around the charity shops. Finished work at 7pm, then had a most exciting evening as Peter had fixed up the new induction hob so we were able to use a pan for the first time since September! I had a celebratory stir fry. Spent an hour or so playing with the overlocker, putting quick seams on some old pieces of cotton and towel for use as cleaning cloths. Went out to shut the chicken house door and found Rusty huddled in the dark at the back of the run on her own - she'd laid a lash egg and had obviously felt unwell, and their eyesight is notoriously bad in the dark. I helped her into the hen house and when I checked half an hour later she was snuggled up with the others. Thursday 23rd Another day of working at home. I nipped out to let the chickens out at 8am and was met with the most glorious view of the sun rising over a mist filled valley. I quickly got dressed and ran down the field, and spent a little while taking photos as the mist slowly lifted to reveal ghostly trees and fields. Spotted the snowdrops starting to peek through the leaves. The rest of the day was filled with a tedious work task that just went on and on (and on). Finished working about 7 again and spent the rest of the evening pottering around putting things away and packing for the weekend. Friday 24th Left for work at 6am, and had a farcical day of sorting things out which ended up with someone (not me) getting stuck in a lift. Arrived home at 5.20, and left again at 5.30 to drive to Birmingham to stay with friends. A lovely evening at a charity quiz event they'd organised, then drinking and nattering until 2am. Saturday 25th As is usual when staying at other people's houses, I was up several hours before everyone else. I made tea and sat at the kitchen table writing a letter to an old school friend until the others appeared at 11am. We went for an amble around the local park to their favourite cafe. I do so love being introduced to other people's favourite cafes, and I think if I lived where they live, this would quickly become my favourite cafe too. After a gentle game of scrabble we had a long and tedious drive home through roadworks and past accidents and I cursed myself for not checking the route before I set the satnav. By the time we got home the fog was so thick I missed the turning to our own road. A quick check on the chickens and one episode of Call the Midwife was all I was fit for, and it was swiftly followed by a much-needed early night. Sunday 26th Up before the alarm again at 7am, and again I curled up with tea and Call the Midwife while the sun rose (or tried to) before letting the chickens out. I'm almost at the end of series 8 now and I don't know what I'll do when it runs out. We went to our second favourite cafe for breakfast. A friend popped by, and we arranged to meet for lunch next week. After a quick (and soggy) pop round the charity shops in a local market town, I've spent the last couple of hours wrangling with chickens, writing this blog post, and doing the Big Garden Birdwatch (tally so far - two blackbirds, one dunnock, and a robin). In half an hour I'm off to a wind orchestra rehearsal, the first since before Christmas (and the first time I've picked up my flute since then too). After that, tea, sorting out clothes, lunch and bag for work tomorrow, and a bath, and that might be the end of the weekend. So there we have it - an ordinary week in an ordinary life. Five days of work, three of those at home. A bit of sewing, a tiny bit of flute playing, one letter written and a trip to see friends at the weekend, but no plastering, no gardening, no running, no knitting, no visitors, no wall-building, no DIY.
I wonder what next week will bring?
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