My mother conveniently has her birthday right at the beginning of term, so I invite everyone to my house for Sunday lunch the day before I go back to work and then my main concerns become various food items and whether my house is clean and tidy enough and whether her birthday present is OK, not anything that could happen at work. Will the leg of lamb be cooked by the time I've finished torturing the parish with my brand of organ playing?
I'm not expecting any big things to happen at work, but maybe I should doublebluff and worry about what I don't know might happen. (very Donald Rumsfeld.)
When I don't want to clean, I blog. When I don't want to work, I clean.
You see there's a whole ecosystem of displacement activities, beginning with unloading the dishwasher and ending with cleaning the bathroom. In between is making apple crumble and mackerel pate, which I'm going to do now.
I often get up early on Sunday and cook, but tomorrow, there are other jobs.
PS My preparation for the much blogged about Guild Meeting on Oct 1st?
Some baking, methinks. I wonder what I shall make?...Mm
Meantime, to the kitchen.