Here’s today’s meditation for your delectation:
Only water, words
field of death.
the unplanted earth
for the guilt
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:
2. When the minuting stops …
3. Getting home – eventually
Anne Brooke - wondering if, really, the day can get any better ...