It’s half way through Sunday morning already. Well, actually there’s only just over an hour left. It’s dull outside and there’s nothing to enthuse about at all.
I almost forgot that the clocks went forward this morning. Well, actually, dispite remembering right up until yesterday I had forgotten. It was only when I truned on the telly at what I thought was just before 8am to watch the weather forecast that I realised my mistake.
I blame my memory wipe on a tedious evening last night trying to think of things to do or watch on telly. There was nothing on at all so relied upon VH1 for company. The 80’s no.1’s countdown was mind wiping.
So far today, then, I have listend to Broadcasting House, eaten four Sainsbury’s crussants and set all the clocks in the house to the correct timezone. My plans for the rest of the day include such exciting things as clearing up the house, washing the car and clipping the hedge at the front.
Some weekends can be extremely tedious, especially if there’s nothing much to look forward to in terms of coming social events. Other than my escape down to Cornwall for a couple of weeks starting next Saturday I have no plans for anything at all.