Ah, Boxing Day. So-called because with the amount of activity you do, you might as well be in a box.
Me? Woke around 9:30, stumbled out of bed, bummed around the house reading the paper, my e-mails, tidied up a bit, made tea in the funky new kettle I got for Christmas, listened to the CDs I got for Christmas, had some lunch, fiddled with my web site, did some things off my to-do list, had a shower and got dressed around 3, went for a walk to get some things photocopied at the newsagent only to find they’d closed 4 hours earlier, joined the local video shop, found a DVD to borrow and returned to the video shop desk to find a different video shop lady:
"Now, do you remember your password from when you joined?"
"Yeah I’d hope so – it was only ten minutes ago!"
… strolled home, got an ice-cream on the way, mailed some letters, heated up leftovers, watched DVD, more e-mails, more reading of the paper.
All in all, a thoroughly relaxed day. Should be more of ’em.
