Thursday evening

Good evening peeps,

I am tired.
I slept through the night but lightly, no terrors or distress.
I woke feeling tired, hardly able to get up.
I crawled out and did the papers.

My work was due to start at 10, so I did invoices and receipts and paperwork. The thing about being self-employed is, you don't just pick up your wages, you have to do paperwork.

Then I went to work, drinking tea from my thermos mug as I went, because I got the bus rather than biking, there are extra buses for the holidays so I got a quiet bus and got there early so I popped into the garden centre and got a plant for one of my other clients on the way.

I worked hard and got too hot and felt a bit sick, then I got a cup of tea at the garden centre and came home.
I was so tired I just wanted to go to bed, but I really needed to do a big shop, buying odds and ends as I rush about is all very well, but sometimes a proper shop at the big supermarket is really necessary.

So I am home now, watching my programmes, with the cat peeping round the door.
Anyone watch Hollyoaks?

...'Address the Ball'

'Um, OK, Hello Mr. Ball'.

It has turned out so sunny that I feel I should be on the beach, but I am too tired.

I think an early night, no BBQ and no more gardening tonight. I have a day's work tomorrow with little shade, and I am doing a half day on Saturday, and next week looks busy, but I am still balancing.