Day one: keeping busy

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In an attempt to mollify my critic (she knows who she is...), on my first day away from the office I have:
  • changed two beds
  • done a load of washing (second load going in soon)
  • cleaned the bathroom
  • washed up and tidied up after breakfast
  • written a job application in my vest and pants (okay, no vest but the phrase works best that way)
  • made a delicious, reasonably healthy lunch using leftovers
And with the sun shining and temperature rising by the hour, this not being in the office lark is turning out just fine, at least for the first four hours.  All I need now is a rich mistress or a lottery win.

I'll buy a ticket.

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