Hard Work!

It's been a hard week.

Suffering the effects of the cold virus again, as always, I ploughed one uncomplaining, in spite of it all.

This morning I appeared in a better condition, though that may be because the coffee was too strong.  Anyway, I hobbled up to Sainsburys for the important bits, bread, milk, whisky, and healthy lettuce.

Having hobbled back, chomped on stale bread with chilli cheese I suddenly found myself with excess energy.  I will avoid that breakfast tomorrow.  

So, pushing aside the important Twitter news I rushed to hoover the condominium.   This is hard work.  Moving things, chasing spiders webs in awkward places, and foolishly looking under the bed, all adds up to make life hard.  Anyway, I then hoovered the stairs and the entrance hall.  The first time that has been done for years.  I will have to change that bag now.  

I then spent some time searching the web, I was looking for sites that provided women to do such work, and for nothing.  After all, that is what they were made for isn't it?  Anyway, I was beat.  The place may be clean but I was too knackered to notice.  

However, two books dropped through the letterbox to enable me to sit back and ponder how to get round to reading them.  If I could avoid doing all this maintenance stuff then I could get through more important books.  'Pytheas the Greek is one, and a collection of Scottish war stories, 'Distant Thunder,' is the other.