Day 147. Busy doing nothing.

Not totally but at least I'm not working. I have done the usual washing, ironing and cooking but I've also sat in the garden and read a bit of my book. I've drunk wine before 7pm and indulged in several episodes of The West Wing as I prepared uniforms and work clothes ready for next week.

As bank holidays go, it's been a pretty good one.

Day 136. Breakfast for one.

Equals bliss. No interruptions and the chance to spend 30 minutes catching up on some reading and actually sit still; enjoying a pot of coffee rather than moving my cup around the house until the coffee goes cold. It was only fruit, cereal and a slice of toast but I savoured every mouthful. Back to reality tomorrow.