Yesterday I was almost entirely lazy, dealing with a couple of minor issues via email, and spending the rest of my time electronically filing stuff where other people will be able to find it after I've gone. At about half past three, I logged off, shut down my laptop, and then packed it back in its case, ready to be returned to the office on Monday.
I may have heaved a deep, satisfied sigh as I did so.
After that, while waiting for my gorgeous guitar teacher to arrive, I tidied and rearranged my study, which feels much bigger now that the work ephemera is gone. I've chucked out* all the work-related papers I had kicking around, and the draft copies of legislation that I used to have to refer to. And hey, there's loads of space on the shelves all of a sudden.
I've also packed my Rickenbacker into its case and stashed it under the bed, freeing up a large gap in here. I will, of course, soon fill that gap with other stuff, but just for today I am enjoying the sense of light and air that has been manifest in here since I put my laptop away.
Today I also cleaned under our bed. Brrrr. That's a task you face with a steely determination and a recently-emptied hoover, I can tell you.
The things I found included:
- A box full of scarves, bags and evening gloves
- A yoga mat
- A box of assorted hair implements - velcro rollers, clips, hairdryer attachements for hairdryers I don't own
- A pair of funky sandals I had forgotten I owned, probably bought the last time we were in America
- Three rucksacks of varying sizes, all grey and fluffy with dust
Mr WithaY's scuba gear was also under there, but I am terrified of his air tanks so I never touch those. He moved them all out so I could hoover.
It's all been cleaned, sorted and replaced or removed, and there is also room for my posh guitar and stand under there now. Marvellous.
Tonight, to celebrate, we have some friends coming over for dinner. It was supposed to be a casual supper but, as is our wont, it has escalated into something resembling a Fifteenth Century Venetian banquet. With port.
Other news: My iPhone is buggered. I need to replace it but a new handset will cost me over £100. Is it worth biting the bullet and getting an iPhone 4? Suggestions welcome.
*Burned. I'm not leaving work stuff in the bins where just anyone could find it and sell it to the tabloids.