Weakend

I am feeling incredibly tired tonight. Not that I can get myself distracted by little obsessions, but I seem to have set myself the task of plotting the rest of my working life in the space of a few days, while also catching up on the work I missed out on earlier in the week when I was first drifting into obsession. So, I’m a bit knackered.

(I’m so glad I’m not married to myself, it must be exhausting living with me….)

It’s a Bank Holiday weekend, of course, and the weather forecast is for heat and sunshine, so we took an absolute shedload of money through the tills today. Thank you, British people, for being so easily led by the Meteorological Office and so easy to predict, from a behaviour point of view. I ordered in extra charcoal, burgers and use-and-dispose BBQs and earned myself a nice little bonus by blowing last year’s comparative sales figures out of the window. I’m working tomorrow, but then off until Wednesday.

And that’s all for now.

RC 23-8-19