First day of the holiday
and I am starting as I hope to go on.
My new mattress has been delivered and dad is on his way over to take the old one to the tip, I've dusted and cleared all the random books and notebooks from various surfaces onto an actual bookshelf. I've got one load of laundry in the dryer, another in the machine, and a third ready to go (although I might have to split it on account of half of it being whites that I'd rather not turn grey). I've sorted my diary out for the last couple of weeks and this week and I've cleaned the teabag jar (since it had about 3 years worth of tea dust and the remains of split bags in it.
Which is all scarily productive. I've also listed a load of unwanted DVDs on eBay and have sorted piles of clothes to be sold and those that can go to the charity shops up the road.
I'm quite proud of myself, as on saturday night I went face first into the pavement (well, knee and boob first, with the underwiring of my bra doing an impressive bruising number on breast and ribcage) and then yesterday I spent 11 hours up the wood running a LARP event, which went really well, but involved a lot of running around, a lot of being beaten up a lot, and a lot of shouting. By the end of it I was running on fumes, nearly fell asleep in the takeaway, and then ate my food so quickly I felt hideously sick. But it was an excellent start to the season for me.
And then this morning I had to hoof it back from MK (I had no idea when the mattress was being delivered) and I've spent the last couple of hours with a steaming headache, that has finally been defeated by painkillers, chai tea and a pita bread with fishfingers.
Now I just need to get rid of the old mattress, work out what I want for dinner and sort the rest of the laundry out. And make up the bed again.
Go me!
My new mattress has been delivered and dad is on his way over to take the old one to the tip, I've dusted and cleared all the random books and notebooks from various surfaces onto an actual bookshelf. I've got one load of laundry in the dryer, another in the machine, and a third ready to go (although I might have to split it on account of half of it being whites that I'd rather not turn grey). I've sorted my diary out for the last couple of weeks and this week and I've cleaned the teabag jar (since it had about 3 years worth of tea dust and the remains of split bags in it.
Which is all scarily productive. I've also listed a load of unwanted DVDs on eBay and have sorted piles of clothes to be sold and those that can go to the charity shops up the road.
I'm quite proud of myself, as on saturday night I went face first into the pavement (well, knee and boob first, with the underwiring of my bra doing an impressive bruising number on breast and ribcage) and then yesterday I spent 11 hours up the wood running a LARP event, which went really well, but involved a lot of running around, a lot of being beaten up a lot, and a lot of shouting. By the end of it I was running on fumes, nearly fell asleep in the takeaway, and then ate my food so quickly I felt hideously sick. But it was an excellent start to the season for me.
And then this morning I had to hoof it back from MK (I had no idea when the mattress was being delivered) and I've spent the last couple of hours with a steaming headache, that has finally been defeated by painkillers, chai tea and a pita bread with fishfingers.
Now I just need to get rid of the old mattress, work out what I want for dinner and sort the rest of the laundry out. And make up the bed again.
Go me!