My Life on a Plate

Empty Vessel

Nothing to report. Nothing to say. Nothing seems of any importance this morning. Dark skies, dark mood. Didn't get the fresh air or exercise yesterday; it started drizzling and I couldn't be bothered. Not sure what I did with my time but have nothing to show for it. Feel guilty now, but I seem intent on pushing myself too hard even in retirement. I'm not sure I ever 'relax' at all; depends on your definition I suppose. I did watch my new exercise DVD but I don't suppose that counts; doesn't burn many calories blinking between scenes does it? Couldn't just dive in though could I? I need to familiarise myself first. I'm a great procrastinator when it comes to exercise. I already hate the young, slim, positively glowing females who grinned at me from the screen as if they were actually enjoying bouncing around. Maybe I'll try one of the short programmes today - I'm really looking forward to it, can't you tell? Have to clean the bog first though; even that seems a more attractive option.

This Friday bog cleaning came about a long time ago after a discussion with a group of friends about the monotony of housework. We made a pact to all clean our bogs at the same time on Fridays and think of each other while gazing down the U-bend. I have some wonderfully nutty friends. That's a thought to hang on to on a grey day like today. Without the richness of friendship what is life? Thanks to whoever sent them all into my life.