Jessica, I love
Somewhere in my mind,
I had thought I would be doing something different though it does not appear I
knew what I should be up to, it is a Saturday after all. At other times, I
might have gone out for a walk, found some inspiration for a blog I do want to
write but cannot get beyond the first sentence. Writing is hard, difficult if
not impossible.
There is no doubt I
have other pleasures that occupy my Saturday if I am not having a lie-in. It is
a marathon binge of watching Jessica Fletcher on Murder, She Wrote,
literally all day until 9:00 PM. I cannot seem to get enough of it, even some
that I believe I have watched over a decade ago that I can barely remember the
plot anymore.
Counting down
I guess in all, I am
on the home stretch of my self-isolation with 4 days to go after today. I
cannot say how well I am coping though it would have been nice to get some Mr Kipling’s
Manor House Cake that my neighbour said was not on the shelves. I don’t have
any idea what the shops are like today, I have read of shelves shorn of fresh
food and vegetables as a result of Brexit, who knows?
My test lab needs a looking at, a few upgrades, and some practice necessary for study and tests. I was sent a few piano lesson books the other day, I need to get my fingers and make something of the ebony and ivory keys. I am doing fine. Did I say I snowed this morning?
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