can't think of one

God, this is so damm boring. At least nobody is reading it so I'm only p'ing myself off. My youngest was offered another job which he took and I was offered a job after dh goes. The shopping queue in woolies was not existant and I sailed through and I found what I wanted at a garage sale for a reasonable price. I finished a ufo knitted cardi, I made a omiyage bag and the sun shone enough to line dry 4 loads of washing. How sad is my life that I think this is as good as it gets. I sat on the verandah at 5.30 a.m. with a moulding lemon in my hand ready to throw at this damm cat that has been howling under our window all night, knowing my aim I would have missed and splattered the lemon all over the car instead of the cat.
I think I will lock myself away in the craft room today and do some more tidying in there - see, I've got tp be bored out of my skull before I'll do that. Theres no point being creative now, everything I do is all messed up, can't settle again. I'll do a bit of pottering in the garden and maybe we'll take a drive out to a Timber Festival. You'd think aftr all the running around and hassles of the last two years I would be grateful of the quiet period.
well the cat had the last laugh, scrabby bloody mongrel. It managed to sneak past me and jump into a neighbours yard so i could hardly throw lemons at it. I stood in a muddy puddle on my way back to the house and tripped over the dogs lead, karma and I bet the cat is sniggering.
Perhaps the day will get better and I won;t feel so damm sorry for meself.

Jan