I can't even be bothered to tell you about my boring Christmas and uneventful new year. Or the deluge that poured in over the cooker, from a hole in the roof.
There's a small respite from the rain today and I can hear so many mowers being rushed around newly sprouted grass. Not this little duck, the mower can stay securely locked in the shed. Spoke too soon... Matt has decided to mow before the next shower comes down. Judging by how dark it is going he should have enough time to get the front done.
No energy today for anything. I should be working but decided I didn't feel like it. I'm only a volunteer and feeling taken for granted, and I don't like how things have changed within the system.
Lunch time. The fridge is bare except for a couple of peaches and pears. I'll shop tomorrow after I take Stacey home.