It's Friday, I'm home alone, it's raining, it is already half past 10 and I have done nothing.
Because it's raining there will be snails out and about. Because it is raining I don't want to go outside and hunt them down.
It is raining so I can't mow the grass but because it is raining the grass will grow more.
It's raining so I *should* be doing inside stuff. And there is plenty that needs doing but...I dont want to!
I could be reading, I have a book due back real soon, but it's raining so it's kinda dark inside and I *don't do* lights.
The fire is going so I could bake. But then I would eat what I baked.
I could make a big pot of vegie soup. But the vegies are still out in the garden waiting to be picked and it's raining...
Am I a whinger or what?
OK, I've talked myself into it. I will don a raincoat and go get some stuff to put in a pot. While out there I will pick up any snails and slugs that I see. I will try not to trip over the long grass as I plod through it while wearing Hubby's workboots. Like I did a couple of days ago. I will use the chicken stock from the fridge, before it gets too old and manky, as the base.
Sounds like I have a plan. Best be off and adoing.
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