So, what did I achieve today?

My day off.

I got up early and started straight away, well almost.

Any way there was a knock on the door, my next door nieghbour (English spelling) had popped in a for a cuppa ( tea, of course). He stopped for about two cups, about and hour and a half.

I started again, I wanted to get in to my drawers, get rid of all my life's junk.

It's hard but I was in the mood. I open the top draw. No I need all that stuff, I worked my way down. 3 big draws, I open each one, the first one had Christmas stuff, cards, presents I've never used, board games, a flute, my video camera, just loads of stuff I want to keep.

Next draw down, all my life's photos, all my music books (stolen, borrowed and bought). No I could not part with these.

I moved down to the next draw, hopefully. All my art stuff. Paints, brushes, paper, charcoal sticks, pencils, a massive dictionary which I never use but it's on top of the game board Scrabble, it for when the Cornwall Woman comes to see me.

So all my good intentions gone.

Another knock on the door. It was a woman friend (just a friend). Her man died 20 years ago and she had remarried and moved away out of town. She had been to a shop near my house and had seen my van, which still has my name on the side. I have left the sign-writing on for cheap advertising for Mick who still works the business. I invited her in.

You need to know this about the woman. I had bumped in to her near her house, about 3 or 4 years after her partner had passed away. She invited me in for a cuppa. It ended with me and her in an embrace, we were getting very hot, when the door knocked. It was her boyfriend. We passed it off as 'just two friends chatting' I made my way, but always hoped for a return match. I've seen her a few times since then but always in a very public place with others watching. So nothing has happened.

So she came in today, we made polite chit chat, she told me that she had been to John Bells funeral. I had completely forgotten it was his funeral, just to wrapped up in my own quest to get my life in a bit more order. We talked of old times, of where we both were now (she's now a collage lecturer, I'm impressed). I missed the chance of getting her telephone number, but she did tell me that she goes to a certain pub on Friday nights (so I do know where I can meet her again).

So back to my tidy-up. I've sort of ground to a halt. The stuff I want to keep, which is most or all of it, I'm going to bag it up and put it in the small bedroom which is empty. I know it's a cop out, but what can I do?

Oh, the bottom draw, I forgot about that, well it's got all those wires and cables you need in this day and age, some musical instruments, and all my CD's. How did I end up with so many CD's I'm never going to listen to? I mean some really bad one's. I'm thinking of burning them onto my hard drive and putting them in the attic. ................ That's just given me an idea.   .................... I could get shelves put up in the attic and dump it all up there. 

Never to seen again. Sound good.

So I feel refreshed, I need to do just a few more hours. I'm playing golf tomorrow and then dashing half way up to Scotland to see a life friend for a few hours. 

I'll try and write soon. Good night. 8.42pm.

No time to edit, not that I ever do.