What a lovely day
The temperature was 18ºC at 8:00am this morning, with blue skies overhead.
After a leisurely (and virtually fat-free) breakfast, my beloved and I spent most of the day weeding the flower beds on the back deck.
|What I Got|
A lunch of fat-free crackers and Herring fillets filled the hunger void quite nicely, along with a cup of Alpine Tea (reduces stress), then back to the weeding and debris removal via a weed eater and leaf-blower.
What a fulfilling and exciting day.
My beloved has just dozed off on the couch after her rigours, so I'm now on my own..............
It's a f*cking nightmare.
My son (he of the pierced earlobe and tattooed forearm showing a delightfully rendered image of the Mexican Day of the Dead with the addition of a Chinese script which he was told meant "May the Lord Bless You" but which really says "I've got a Bastard of a Cold") has just finished a 4 egg Cheese Omelet with a side of 5 rashers of bacon and two slices of heavily buttered toast, while I munch through the healthy crap.
|What I wanted|
I want to spend the day (after a fat-filled breakfast with plenty of bacon) lying in a semi-conscious haze under the gorgeous blue NZ sky, keeping my alcohol level topped up with judicious sips of a very nice 2008 Hawke's Bay Merlot, and listening to my favourite books on audio tape (MP3 actually)
Not sweating under the lovely, but blazing hot sun pulling out f*cking weeds. Why the hell do you think they invented GLYPHOSATE?
I've just time to grab a quick gulp of the Merlot, then back to pseudo-work.
Many years in the Army and the National Health Service has taught me that it's not what you actually do, but what you appear to be doing that counts. So if I just squat quietly beside a large patch of weeds (farting gently to keep everything away) with a fork in hand, then all will be well.
Just time for another quick snifter before She awakes.
Have a good day.
It's going to be a struggle.