I popped over for coffee with a friend the other day. Sara is one of those people who, when you finally get round to saying goodbye several hours later, leaves you with a sense of positivity and go get ’em girl which, when you consider she’s living with the cancer bitch, makes her all the more special. Apart from a much-overdue catch-up over caffeine and biccies, I’d wanted her advice on selling some of Mumo’s jewellery or at least ask if her fiancée Adolphe knew anyone who would be interested. Adolphe, for those who haven’t kept up with the blog, is a wheeler-dealer of sorts, mostly furniture but has connections all over the place. It might sound a little cold, wanting to off-load such personal items but none of the family want them so the trinkets are just gathering dust in the back of my wardrobe. Now Sara is not only the sort you can chat with all day about everything and nothing, she’s also straight talking and practical which is why, when I got home, I decided it was time to start clearing more cupboard space. Blocks the energy I’m told. Except, I haven’t actually got round to actually doing, just thinking about doing.
I’d blame my procrastination on the weather but it’s actually been quite mild of late. Just as well as we still don’t have heating as Max chauffagiste is waiting for yet another part in the post. Judging by the recent appearance of daffodil buds, winter will probably be over by the time the wretched boiler’s fixed and my very large fuel cheque handout would have been for nothing. Still, at least I am now ‘on the system’ as far as being officially a micro entrepreneur, something that took a while since I had to do a whole lot of online form filling again – this time for the necessary revenue declarations, zero at present as I haven’t got round to setting up the Witch Wackle website. Amusingly, the reason for the process taking so long was because Mumo’s maiden name and married names were both Collins – obviously a bit too confusing for the person ticking boxes. I am vainly hoping that that’s the last of having to deal with documentation as I’m supposed to be getting rid of excess paperwork, not adding to the piles and I do so prefer to be whittling away with the wood it was born from.
As I mentioned earlier, the thermometer has kindly allowed my tootsies to thaw a tad. Unfortunately, for brother Simon and wife Alba having just got back from sunny Miami, the toe-numbing tundra has been replaced by rain this morning, the miserable drizzly kind. On our way over to dinner with neigbours Saba and Roy last night, Denis suggested I should grab an umbrella so I did, one of at least five sitting by my front door most of which I have no recollection of buying. I know what Sara would say, get rid of the rest which of course, I haven’t. Ah well, tomorrow is another day and I just haven’t got the energy…
“I never put off till tomorrow what I can do the day after” (Oscar Wilde)
Widow plus woofs 