I had a lot to do today. I sat down yesterday and made a list of all the things I needed to get through. And just to get me in the mood, I was going to get up and go for a bike ride.
When I eventually dragged myself out of bed it was 9.30am. As I splashed water over my face in the Bathroom, I vaguely remembered a dream about a jewelled spider chasing me through the house. I remember shouting out for help but no body came. The fragment of memory left me feeling a little disturbed. Back in the bedroom Mrs BW turned over and grunted an assent when I asked her if she wanted a cup of tea, she rarely refused tea, even when half asleep.
Down in the kitchen I watched the first drops of rain splash against the window pane. You could not see the hills in the distance. I tucked into toast made with the bread that I had made yesterday. Smothered in butter and honey it was delicious and perked me up. I got out my list and looked at it. The rain fell heavily now, and being a fair weather cyclist, it made up my mind as far as the bike ride was concerned. I put the list away. Not a day for tackling lists, more a day for sitting around watching the weather. Tomorrow its September. Soon the teenagers will be going back to school, the rugby season starts next week, the nights draw in, and Autumn is around the corner. Plenty of long dark evenings for tackling lists.