Don’t be silly. A day off work, not a day off Janathon! Although by the time I’d been to the dentist, dealt with the shifting funeral time (which has to be settled in time for newspaper deadline, hence its appearance in my day off), done some cleaning, collected DD and eaten lunch, I’d had enough. So DD and I took a trip to our local “posh” town, where we perused knitting patterns, ordered wool, and investigated the charity shops for a dress for a rugby dinner for her. I thought fondly of another friend whom I used to meet here now and again, and in her honour we went into the Indian shop and admired the cushions and scarves. Unfortunately there was no time for coffee, but we enjoyed our afternoon “walk”.
When we’d got home and she’d gone for her driving lesson, I dug out my meditative colouring book. Now, I do enjoy it, but the finished result invariably shows that my colouring in has not improved since I was seven years old – and I was not one of the “neat” crayonners of the class. Some things don’t change.
Pace: meditative throughout shopping and colouring
Distance: miles and miles, at least in my head
Rector’s rating: 9/10 – the company, real and remembered, was excellent.