Sunday

Good morning peeps,

It's Palm Sunday, and the Bishop of Winchester has forgotten my donkey again. Any member of your diocesan staff fits the bill.

Yesterday was a funny day.
When I finally had my hot shower, I got into bed in my dressing gown, and I had the laptop on it's tray, I wasn't even sleepy, I just suddenly fell asleep.

I was woken by the phone ringing, and an excited voice on the phone was talking about reservations and how I wasn't to wear my gardening clothes (cheeky!).

So I was suddenly being taken out for a meal.
But I got the phonecall in the afternoon and the meal wasn't until 8pm, so I had plenty of time to wake up and do other things.

I went to take my maps and invoice to the distribution boss, he said a driver had quit and that would impact on my work.
So I unexpectedly ended up with a delivery driving job!
I hope Florence can withstand this.
So I start that tonight. Hmm.

Anyway, so I sat here reading Stephen King instead of revising music, and then I went for this meal.

The place we were eating out is about 20 minutes drive from here, and I got there in good time.
We had a lovely evening. The food was divine, and there were champagne cocktails, although I just had a sip or two, I am not strict tee-total any more than I am strict vegetarian, but I don't normally drink, it is an expensive habit, and because I was driving I mainly had diet cokes.

We really had a great time, the food was truly special, and the conversation was good too, I need a good intelligent debate every now and then.
Eventually I came home, late, and fell into bed and slept soundly.
I dreamed about Bob Hill and hospitals and funerals.
I woke up reluctantly and late, and went to do the papers, I had an extra round to do as well, so I haven't been back long, I am just watching Mel and Joey repeats.
It is a cloudy and cold day, unremarkable.

I need to rest until I start work, so I will rest and study and revise and write  and read and watch tv.
 My mum says I don't know how to relax.