Get. Out. Of. My. Way.

Leaving on holidays tomorrow, so my plan is to get as much done today as possible.

I start with my morning walk, which also involves collecting mail, putting Chippie to sleep and a fair whack of meditation and business planning for me.

Or would have, had everyone else cooperated and not got in my bloody way! Why is it that people feel the need to remain stationary when they can see a lady with a pram bearing down on them? Why is it they just can’t aid the process, rather than be obstructive? Why?

I have a good mind to rant at them!

Back home and I request an hour in my office to do some work. This, as explained to all other in the household, means that when mummy is in her office, it’s just like when daddy leaves the house to go to work; i.e. she is not home!

At least the cats listen to me.

My hour’s work took about 3 and a half (thanks to a supportive family) and stopped short when the printer decided it was going to quit well before quitting time.

I think I’ll just pack … as soon as the clothes I need are dry, and Grumpy returns from getting petrol so he can get the bags for

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