Meetings and domestics

Here’s today’s meditation for your delectation:

Meditation 146

Only water, words
and blood

can cleanse
the unsolved

field of death.
Search for

the unplanted earth
and pray

for the guilt
to pass.


That’s probably the only pleasant thing that will happen all day, I fear. As I have the delights of not one, but two meetings to minute today, groan. Back-to-back and with a fair amount of scary people in. The good thing is that both will be over by 2.30pm (I hope!) so I can collapse on my desk whilst sobbing and taking tea. Ah the life of a modern minutes secretary never ceases to thrill, you know.

So this afternoon, I will be attempting to ensure I don’t get the minutes muddled as I separate them out and will, no doubt, be drowning in paper. But as the pinnacle of all joy, I have the Tesco shopping to do on my way home. Really, I can’t wait … My life is just one long party after another.

Thank goodness for Springwatch and Ashes to Ashes tonight – only the thought of them is keeping me sane. Sort of. We battle on …

Today’s nice things:

1. Poetry
2. When the minuting stops …
3. Getting home – eventually
4. TV.

Anne Brooke - wondering if, really, the day can get any better ...