Day Thirty-one

Getting to the end of a decent Sunday.

My friend needed to take the early bus (dep 07:45am!) to Glasgow, so we agreed to get up at 6am or thereabouts to have plenty of time to get ready. She would shower while I prepared the porridge.

It worked and we were both ready to go in good time. She had a good (sleepy) journey and I spent all morning catching up on e-mails, getting information through to my Swiss friend who's coming next month, and a few bits and pieces more, such as uploading photos and making sure my newly departed friend can see them when she gets where she's going. Also had a late breakfast.

The day was fantastic, dry, breezy, warm-ish, so I spent the latter part of the afternoon in the garden, cutting most of the second half of the grass – what a palaver!
Did some weeding and dug up some yummy "pig" potatoes, long, thin pink-skinned ones that stay firm when cooked and taste absolutely delicious.

Am tired and a bit sore now; it's been a long time since I last did any proper heavy work.
But I feel good, and some of the weeds have gone; and a wheeliebin full of heavy sods and compost has also been dealt with. Most satisfying to find that, less than a year after the first dandelion roots and other nasty weeds went in, the product is almost pure soil. The heat in the summer months all but cooked the roots and I'm hoping it's sterilised the weed seeds.
I've distributed the brown stuff in places where there are gaps in the grass.
Came in at almost 7:30pm, cleaned up and cooked tatties and eggs.
Famished and very thirsty even though I did remember to drink a couple of glasses of water throughout the afternoon!

I get really fired up when I've had the 2 x 18mg Concerta, and forget to eat, or drink even – that's what happened in the morning after I got back from taking my friend to the bus.

That's it. Tired, but I've got some work to do now.

Oh, did I mention the p-word at all? No need, eh – the whole day was one great big long p________n from doing my accounts, or getting work done for clients, or hunkering down to revise my Gaelic. What am I like!? Concerta is not making a blind bit of difference in that department, that's for sure.