Well, I was up at 7.30 but - I am now back in bed with my Kindle, and a mug of tea.
It was cold, windy and raining when I went down to the kitchen first thing. Not a good day to be out and about.
I've no plans today, which is lovely, and nothing urgent on my ' to do ' list.
Oh there are a million and one things I could be doing around the house, but today, I have decided to be completely self-indulgent and lazy. One of the joys of being retired.
Mr G is downstairs watching the cricket highlights on tv. I have music upstairs, a brew, a story and music playing in the background.
I always have a bit of nagging guilt if I laze about in any way. I tell myself I could be achieving so much more. But today, I don't care. The wind is howling outside and it's still raining. It's a luxury to be warm in bed, reading. I might watch an old film on tv this afternoon.
Isn't it nice to have days when we just please ourselves, do as little as we want?
Do you deliberately plan and enjoy a lazy day, or does the old puritan work ethic, (or boredom) kick in and guilt you out of doing nothing much?
