Wake up after six o’clock this morning after sleeping from ten o’clock last night. Find Fluffball and bring him into my room: write ✍️ six pages of Memoir by seven o’clock. Then it’s breakfast time. Have my porridge with coffee.
My ex-colleague comes to visit at ten o’clock – she stays til eleven. Then lunch, meditation and sleep 😴till three. Wake up and have 🥭 and a cupcake.
Go for a drive with Mum through Shenley and up to Sopwell and back. We see the donkeys in their shed: poking their heads out.
Have a grilled cheese sandwich 🥪 at five o’clock and now am going back to bed. This space is great for resting.
Isn’t this a slow, exhaustingcrawling towards bedtime.
Happy Sunday everyone.
*1994. By Agatha Christie. Historical murder mystery.
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