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I was right - it did feel good to sleep in a bed last night. The hard matteress felt so wonderfully soft after a roll mat on the floor of a tent. It was wonderful to be able top pull a duvet up around my neck rather than lay with the open end of a sleeping bag flapping around me like the overgrown gill of a suffocating fish.
So, the day started with unpacking and putting things either back on shelves or into the wash, depending on whether or not they were clothes. Oh, and catching up on the programmes missed and videod last week. The first episode of series three of Six Feet Under certainly is confusing. I’m still not sure whether what we watched was ‘reality’ or the dreams of a anaesthetised man. Still, it was entertaining enough, at the end of which I drove across to mum’s to fiddle with her network again and eat lunch on the patio.
Cat was hiding in the bushes trying to keep herself cool. I don’t know how successful she was, but we did pretty well with the network, setting up shared printers, folders and broadband access, almost entirely without wires.
I’m quite tempted to go wireless at home, but then if I have broadband access in the lounge as well as the study I’m going to spend all my time on the settee browsing the net when I should be doing something more productive. Like writing the book.
I could have stayed for dinner, I suppose, as we didn’t get finished until early evening. By that time, though, the list of jobs I had to do back home was rapidly looking like it was going to take longer than what part of the day remained, so I said my goodbyes and headed home.
I looks like it’s going to be a late night, then, getting things done. Going away for a week is great. Catching up when you get back… isn’t.
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