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Am I the only one who constantly puts things off? Am I the only one who constantly puts things off?
(about 20 hours later)
In the mornings I make my coffee, drink some, then wrap the pot in a tea-towel to keep it warm. Why? I have an attractive tea-cosy that looks as if a cabbage and would fit. It's in the cupboard, only feet away, but I don't use it. I've been wrapping my coffee pot in the silly tea-towel for a couple of years now – that's about 700 times – and every time I do it, I think longingly of the cabbage-cosy, and how much more effective it would be, swear to use it next time, but never do. In the mornings I make my coffee, drink some, then wrap the pot in a tea-towel to keep it warm. Why? I have an attractive tea-cosy that looks like a cabbage and would fit. It's in the cupboard, only feet away, but I don't use it. I've been wrapping my coffee pot in the silly tea-towel for a couple of years now – that's about 700 times – and every time I do it, I think longingly of the cabbage-cosy, and how much more effective it would be, swear to use it next time, but never do.
I have a doorbell as well. But not on the door. It's on a table in my ex-office, I planned to fit it, then I noticed it needed one of those criss-cross screwdrivers, but I'd given mine to the Daughter, she'd lost it, so I needed another, which took me about six months to buy, but I still haven't put the bell up. Perhaps because I have to choose a tune. The last bell had 30 possible tunes. I chose one because I couldn't be fagged to listen to any more samples, and then didn't like it; the new bell has a colossal tune selection. I can't face it, and anyway, I've lost the instructions, so another year has passed by, while people stand banging on the front door, hoping the dog will hear them.I have a doorbell as well. But not on the door. It's on a table in my ex-office, I planned to fit it, then I noticed it needed one of those criss-cross screwdrivers, but I'd given mine to the Daughter, she'd lost it, so I needed another, which took me about six months to buy, but I still haven't put the bell up. Perhaps because I have to choose a tune. The last bell had 30 possible tunes. I chose one because I couldn't be fagged to listen to any more samples, and then didn't like it; the new bell has a colossal tune selection. I can't face it, and anyway, I've lost the instructions, so another year has passed by, while people stand banging on the front door, hoping the dog will hear them.
Since 2006 I've longed to hang up the portrait of my Grandma, get my auntie's fabulous, beaded, cream satin 1930s wedding dress cleaned and mended, get the car door repaired so that I can stop climbing across, but I haven't done any of it. For two years, my friend Clayden has been unable to use his printer. He lost confidence. Nor has he read his vital dog training manual, bought three years ago, before the dog, and Rosemary has failed to plant her antirrhinums. Every day she passes them, dying in their little six-box set. Will she plant them? No. But why? What's wrong with us?Since 2006 I've longed to hang up the portrait of my Grandma, get my auntie's fabulous, beaded, cream satin 1930s wedding dress cleaned and mended, get the car door repaired so that I can stop climbing across, but I haven't done any of it. For two years, my friend Clayden has been unable to use his printer. He lost confidence. Nor has he read his vital dog training manual, bought three years ago, before the dog, and Rosemary has failed to plant her antirrhinums. Every day she passes them, dying in their little six-box set. Will she plant them? No. But why? What's wrong with us?
"The nights are drawing in, and so are our lives," says she. "Carpe diem." All right, but not just yet."The nights are drawing in, and so are our lives," says she. "Carpe diem." All right, but not just yet.