Lack of sleep does not aid concentration. I noted this as I rose at 5:30 this morning. I tried to stay snug as a bug beside the other bugs but could not sleep. I rose, fed my fat face and began to work on the latest museum project.
Obviously I had to run round for the veg from the stall so I did not do much, but I had started. Once all was done I started in earnest and got on well for a good while. Then I had to prepare for the museum as there was a skill shortage today with folks skiving off. Only two of us were left.
This might have been a problem had we been busy but as I made off I snapped this pic from the park. A Cycle in the Park event for kids was on taking them away from us. A variety of activities including climbing this wall, even if you need a helper to go with you, was available and by the cheery sounds it appeared to be a success.
So expecting a quiet time I took the laptop with me to continue my scribbling and right enough it was quiet. I set up the machine, found my place, cogitated and a man walked in. He was searching for a leaflet on an model railway exhibition and sought advice on getting there, he avoided parting with money. I returned to work. Working my way through 1942 while distracted by rescuing the goods outside the door from the rain the weather man said would not arrive until midnight was not the easiest way to work. However I did begin to make sense of the mess that glared in front of me when the boss flew in, grabbed items for the reunion he was speaking at and flew out asking me to open the door that was already open!
I worked happily for a time until a man arrived. A good man, an interesting man but a man who talked. Normally this is good, interesting and worth listening to but he went into every detail of his subject, a subject I already knew a bit about. I changed the subject he talked about that in detail, I ventured another, he talked about that also. I pointed him towards the books, he talked about them also!
It was about this time I realised my tiredness was catching up with me, I had not got my siesta at lunchtime and it was showing. We discussed, at length, things of great moment, he knew a lot, and eventually he went on his way happy. A man I was glad to meet but the lassie had come out eventually, putting down her ipad and boyfriend on the other end to help. It didn't work and he soon left but he bought something before he went, and we discussed this also!
Only one lovely woman came near the end but by then I was losing thread as 1943 approached and my little mind was unsure how to proceed after the first paragraph. I closed the machine and chatted to the visitor which was easier as she was in a rush. She did manage to buy something mind, lovely lass.
Now, while the rest of the staff attend various celebratory parties I sit here in bed scribbling again wishing to continue work but have to write this first. Was it worth it....?