I awoke today full of good intentions.
I was going to get up, get dressed and then have a leisurely mug of tea or five.
Then [if the mood took me] I was going to scribble off a couple of incredibly witty lines here.
Then I was going to do a drop of gardening while the Summer lasts [I think Winter is forecast to start next weekend].
Unfortunately, we all know what happens to the best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men. They do gang aft agley, don’t they?
It started with an email, appealing for some help. I was in the middle of responding to that when another mail arrived, also pleading for some assistance. Thereafter a couple more mails arrived, that politeness indicated that a reply was in order. All in all, things got a little hectic.
This is the problem with being me. Grandads are often called upon for assistance but when you are THE Grandad, life takes on a heavier burden altogether.
I did the only sensible thing.
I switched off the laptop and went down to the village for a few leisurely mugs of coffee, where I could sit in the sun and throw peanuts at the tourists.
Sometimes the simplest solutions are best?