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Fri, Apr 22, 2011
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I'm not lazy. I'm just efficient.
Take my car windows. When I go out in the morning and there's dew all over them, it would be lazy to just ignore it and let the wind blow it away as I drive.
Instead, I use a squeegee to remove it all. Because doing this cleans the dust off the windows and means I can go longer between washing the car. So it's less work in the long run.
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I took this week off. Had no real plans, just a list of stuff that would be nice to get done. It was just a week off.
As it's Easter, Tina also has the week off. And we both keep saying "Let's have a lazy day today"
Our first lazy day saw the entire downstairs re-arranged to fit in my computer desk. Yesterday was another example of how we approach lazy days - let's go get the shopping done, we said. Then as we got near there and realised it was late morning, it seemed to make sense to go for a picnic after we'd finished at the shop. The picnic site in question was about 4-5 miles away, on the far side of a hill.
There's a quicker way back, but it was hot and sunny so we took the long route back too, as it's shady. Then we drove home, and as we were on our way I noticed how blue and inviting the sea looked. "How about," I said, "we get home and unload the shopping, then grab our snorkelling stuff and go for a swim?"
Which seemed like a good idea until, despite us both being in all-over wetsuits, we plunged into the water and screamed like little girls as we discovered that, whilst the air and land might have warmed up astonishingly quickly, the sea certainly bloody hasn't.
It was certainly refreshing... after about half an hour my unprotected hands were so numb from the cold they'd stopped hurting and it was almost pleasant..
We tried for another lazy day today, with the result that the entire upstairs has now also been reorganised, as has most of our scuba gear. Oh, and we went to the gym too.
...it appears that our idea of a "lazy" day are slightly off-kilter with everyone else's.
The kittens are getting rather pissed off at the way all their hidey-holes are getting invaded, although they rather approve of the addition of my large computer desk downstairs since they can get behind it.
On the plus side, we have a tower of profiteroles in the fridge and, having burned off so much energy, we can eat them with a clear conscience.
Toodles!