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Date: 14 January 2005 21:46:10
Wow, this feels strange. I feel a little spring of excitement welling inside. There's a part of me that just doesn't want to go to bed and sleep because I want to seize the moment, but wisdom must prevail and I must seek my bed earlier than usual (even though I shall relax with a book for an hour, I expect) so that I have a good burst of energy awaiting me in the morning.
I am free. For the first time in almost six years I am completely free. Dad is still on the mainland until next weekend (Sunday probably) and tonight I have delivered the Smudgelets to my friend's house where they are to remain until Sunday teatime. I am answerable to noone but myself. Oh, and Charlie, of course, who is bound to make his demands known but is quite happy to leave me to my own devices as long as I am prompt in serving breakfast and tea. My time is entirely my own. If I want to stay in my PJs until mid-afternoon, graze rather than eat at set times, drink coffee and read my book, I can. Goodness - I've just realised - I will even be able to have a bath or go to the loo without someone knocking at the door to complain about a brother or to ask if I know where something is or to ask me to peel an orange for them! (Note to self: remember to take the phone off the hook when you adjourn to the bathroom!)
Everyone at work was speculating on my exciting plans for the weekend. How would I make the most of it? A weekend away? Sauna and massage and girly night in? Out for meals? Hitting the Sales? It was obvious I had plans and was really quite looking forward to them so what could it be? I think they were stricken with incredulity when I told them that what I was looking forward to having the time for was so that I could start decluttering my home!!!
Already a car-load has gone from the garage to the tip. And I have rediscovered almost a complete bed in my bedroom now that the Christmas decorations are all boxed and ready to return to the attic. The washing is whirring in the washing machine and the tumble drier, the dishwasher is doing the last load in the kitchen, a drawer's worth of clean, ironed clothes have been put away and I ready for a bright-eyed and bushy tailed start tomorrow morning. Yippeeeeeeeeeee.
What's more, it's the church Christmas dinner tomorrow night, so I don't need to bother about cooking and I'll have a set "finish" time for my day of 3pm, to give myself chance to bathe and get dressed for the dinner. The only thing is, I won't be entering the "fancy hat" competition this year because I just don't have time to make one. I think I'll survive though ;)
Warning: tomorrow could well be punctuated with the world's most boring blogs whereby I boast about what I've achieved. There again, they may be depressing blogs about how little I've achieved and how I wish I'd carried on tonight instead of going to bed early with a good book!