Day 3

Overslept again. Not really my fault this time, though. I've been getting up when Tom does so I can start writing, but on Wednesdays Tom has an early meeting in London and he gets up at 5am. No sane person would get up at 5am to write. I've managed to start early the rest of the week though. Except for Mondy, when I hadn't decided to start early; and today of course.

I check my e-mail. Really I want to get straight into the writing, but I force myself to check for email, as it's a good habit to get into. After all I don't want to have to waste time reapplying for an account if it gets deactivated again. My inbox is full. A lot of it is for Viagra, but actually there's some good stuff in here too. For example an e-mail about how to make money from your lawn. That ought to be worth a read. And another requesting a donation to save endangered marsupials, particularly the oppossum. Naturally in this financial climate I can't afford to make a donation, but I decide to look up what an oppossum is, so I can decide whether their extinction should make me depressed. They look like rats, so its OK.

It takes me a while to get through my e-mail, and my stomach is growling. As I've already started late, it hardly seems worth delaying breakfast just to get something written. I feel slightly guilty though, until I realise it's 11 o'clock, so I can skip breakfast and go straight into lunch which will save loads of time in the long run. Good.

For a while I think back fondly to the days when I used to take an hour and a half lunch break and go into town. I feel slightly jealous of Tom being at work. There's no way I can justify such a long lunch break. I am only going to have 45 minutes.

Oops, lunch break has overun a little. No bread, so I had to cook something. Will pop to the shops and get some bread on the way to the post office. That'll save time tomorrow.

I sit at the computer and start to write. It seems to be going really well, but suddenly it's 2 o'clock and I have to rush to the post office - got to get there and back before Tom gets home. Quick trip to the supermarket first though - bread and a few other things (might as well stock up whilst I'm here).

I've never been food shopping during a working day before. I am amazed at how busy it is. Why aren't these people at work? They obviously have nothing better to do than get in my way, not like the weekend-shoppers who can dash and scoop simultaneously. Don't they know I'm in a hurry!

Annoyingly there's nowhere to park at the post office. Well, nowhere I can park at least. I really ought to learn to parallel park. I think of all the extra minutes walking I do because I have to park so far away from everything, and wonder if it would be worth the time spent on a few refresher driving lessons. I do a few quick mental sums and come up with the answer 27. I'm not really sure whether that means I should or shouldn't, but of course I haven't factored in the fact that driving lessons are expensive, and a little bit of walking every day is supposed to be good for you. So on balance I'm better off not being able to park.

"Do you have some ID or proof of address?"

****.

At least I manage to get home before Tom does so the day isn't a complete failure.

Must do better tomorrow.