Inertia rules

Oh Saturday!

So nice! I remember the days BJ (before John) where I would sleep in until 11, would not get dressed until 4 in the afternoon and only that because I needed to get to the shops before 5 since in that day and age in Holland shops closed a lot earlier. Then have for dinner all the crap I bought in the shop and chill out in front of the telly/computer (some things never change)

How different my life is AJ (after John) - I get woken up with a nice cup of tea at about 8 in the morning which he thinks is very late and considers 'sleeping in'. Then around about 9 we have to be in the car to do the Saturday rounds which means Postoffice to get rid of eBay parcels, buy stamps, then to Morrisons for the recycling of our paper and glass (the rest goes in the beloved blue bin, I bet we have the lowest quantity of garbage in oh say Inverclyde)

Then INTO Morrisons to look for bargains, into most of the time into Lidl for more bargains, then into Tesco for the weekly general shop, then I get my 45 minutes 'woman shop' while John whizzes around all the shops to look for even more bargains and I do some clothes shopping and other girlie things.

All this would have taken me about a day or 2 in my past, well, I suppose that is a bit unfair, Rotterdam does have a few more shops than the Greenock Oakmall but generally by the time we are home again (which is 12:15 or so) I feel that I have only just woken up and at the same time the day has all happened. :-)

Then the nice bit of the day happens where John's mum (who lives in our street) makes us a nice healhty hearty meal because I think she thinks we work too hard so need feeding. I approve! It is lovely to never know what it is going to be and to be cooked for.

Anyway... Don't know if it is the flue that is still slightly lingering but the 'waking up' moment seems to have not happened today.

My friend K has that occasionally, she calls it 'feeling switched off', like somebody forgot to switch the lights on. Effect is that the 'can't be bovvered' feeling becomes even bigger and extends beyond television.

Oh dear! So, I have given into it. John told me to go on the couch under a quilt and added two hottle bottles for comfyness, very nice.

All I have to do now is just chill, let inertia take its course and flop, lovely.

And I know I am a boring old fart but I am SO happy that I don't have to go anywhere at all tonight!