06:30-10:30 Ironing [while catching up on video tape and copious amounts of tea].
10:30-11:30 Dog walking.
11:30-11:40 Start hoovering, decide to find attachment to clean lampshades.
11:40-13:05 Attachment buried in assorted clutter of
glory hole cupboard under the stairs. Decide to pull everything out and have a good sort out. Not A Good Idea.
14:00-14:45 Clean bathroom, remove enough human hairs to recreate a Cher wig. Resolve to book haircut next weekend.
15:00 Settle down to watch the rugby, Wasps v Toulouse. Sit as close to tv as possible in case I spot Dragon.
16:15 Wake up in time to see Rob Howley score the winning try for the Wasps.
16:30-17:30 Get more bloody washing in from the line, decide not to iron it immediately, thereby creating yet another pile of ironing that Has To Be Done.
17:30 Discover that the dogs have broken into the garage and eaten another (much smaller) bucket of groundbait.
17:30-18:00 Hose down back garden.
18:00-19:00 Dog walk. Decide to go to non public area to avoid having to clear up runny poo.
19:15-23:00 Domestic crisis, best not talked about.
23:00 Log on at last, find I’ve missed a couple of important emails. Feel guilty. Decide to post silly links instead.
01:00 Realise the time, head off to bed.
So how was your day of rest?