Did I say that I got my work to agree to the four day a week thing? Well, they did. Did it have anything to do with my staring very intensely at my boss and saying 'I want to go to four days a week so that I don't have a nervous breakdown'? Well, maybe. Who cares anyway. The point is that they did. And I'm having Thursdays off, which is brilliant.
And did I mention that today is Thursday?
So far I have had a leisurely coffee and started Jamaica Inn, by Daphne DuMaurier. Don't tell me how it ends, because it's pretty exciting already.
I have cleaned the bathroom.
I have hauled my macro lens out of retirement and taken some photos of roses,
and also tried to photograph a recalcitrant bee who keeps hiding under the stamens on the passionflower that is blooming for the first time in our back garden.
I have watched a corgi teasing a cat on you tube.
I have been to the post office and picked up my amazingly super bargainous beautiful dark ch0colate leather changing bag that was reduced by something crazy like 90% because it was the only one left in stock of that colour, which just happened to be the exact colour that I wanted anyway.
I have stroked a sun-warmed cat.
I have done some sewing.
I have started to simmer some ham in coke.
I have fallen asleep in a deckchair.
I have not felt sad at all.
It has been a lovely day .