I know what this woman feels like. Having been held up by a combination of my bad back and a little sloth, I am now forced to fix all the things ignored for the last several weeks. The washing machine is panting in the corner, the Miele Vacuum in the other, fallen items have been restored, even the monthly (so as to more easily rip us off) gas meter reading has been entered, in the rain! I have shaved, picked up and distributed the mail the postman, clearly on overtime, indicating our man is off sick once again, delivered, shaved, made and ate a bad dinner, changed the bed, it's a new month, and now I have time to watch the beginnings of the 'rush hour' as it passes the window. It is just after three on a Friday afternoon, the usual beginnings of the 'rush hour.' The Sainsburys folks are rushing back and forth, soon the industrial estate early leavers will join in, making use of Lidl and Sainsburys on the way home. Then the rest of the industrial estate, supermarket shoppers, and lesser beings heading home from the town or out to Friday night extravagandas in places far and near will join the slog along the one main road they all wish to use. The rain encourages them to delight in the trudge along the highway.
In between doing the women's work, searching Twitter, and scanning the press not hidden behind paywalls or adblock removal demands (which I refuse) I managed to finish this jig-saw that arrived at Christmas. Jig-saws are not something I am prone to, I do not have sufficient space to lay them out, this one lies on an old board cut from aged furniture many years ago, yet I found I quite enjoyed doing this wee puzzle. It only took a couple of days from when I started, it was clearly not hard, and I found the puzzle fun. Amazingly, none of the bits dropped on the floor and got hoovered up, so that is a bonus. Brain exercise is rare these days. I must seek out the IQ testing books and quiz books that lie covered in dust and make more use of them. Brain muscle needs exercise and I am not getting enough of that.
