Sunday

Good morning peeps,

Well this morning I fell out of bed at 6am, way too early for a Sunday, even nortypeople like a lie-in sometimes.
But anyway, I was awake and I had a plan.

My usual service wash laundry is closed until Tuesday and all my work clothes needed washing, and the bed linen was due  for a wash too. Thankfully we have a self-service laundry five minutes away but I didn't know the costs or how well it would work. But I thought that at 7am on a Sunday I would be in with a chance of getting a washer and a drier.
I brought Max round to outside the house in the meantime and gave him a wash.
Then at 7am I took two loads of washing round to the laundry.

Surprisingly there were a few other people in laundry mode early on a Sunday morning but I was able to get a big machine and put both loads of washing in, I am not one of these people who fusses about mixing laundry load, and my clothes and bedding are all soft cotton. So I left my washing on and came home to work on my music and other things.

I went back to the laundry with my music before my washing had finished, and I got it straight into a drier when it was done. I felt very smug and capable about all this, so I wandered along the high street, tooting cheerfully through my rolled up music textbook, the town never sleeps, and the people at the bus stop didn't turn a hair.
'That girl helps the old dears with the church gardens, she's as mad as a hatter...'.

:)

With two loads of clean washing and having appropriately offended the bigots in the Church of England, I have been at home, working on music, writing and not a lot else today. My washing was done long before the Hollyoaks omnibus was on.

I did chicken and wedges for lunch, but I was so tired that I was nearly falling asleep by the time it was done. So after lunch I lay down and slept for hours.

I managed to watch the remainder of 'The Tooth Fairy' when I woke up, and I have salad and cheese and biscuits for supper now.

I told you that I could squash my work up and have tomorrow's bank holiday off, but I forgot it is Show Week. I just got an email reminding me that I am on duty at the horticultural show from Friday through Saturday. No rest for the wicket keeper. Haha, it will be a funny week. Work, all squashed up, with added throwing show stuff around on Friday and stewarding till my back aches on Saturday.
Blah.