![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
If there was ironing, I'd be doing it.
The plan for this weekend was to get the 'Every Child Matters' articles sorted out and ready for insertion in the relevant bit of the thesis (which is pending, really it is - I finally figured out where Neighbourhood Policing fits!). On Sunday, when sun was expected, I had a list of gardening things to do.
What actually happened? For some bizarre, inexplicable reason I found myself sorting out the box of accounts papers that's been sitting around for over 2 years waiting for me to do something with it. I have sorted, typed out, thrown away and shredded at length. And the sun barely put in an appearance today, so although I did some tidying up in the garden and watered in the greenhouse, that's all I did.
Sigh. So much for plans. Oh well, I'll just have to force myself to do some thesis work in the evenings this week ...
What actually happened? For some bizarre, inexplicable reason I found myself sorting out the box of accounts papers that's been sitting around for over 2 years waiting for me to do something with it. I have sorted, typed out, thrown away and shredded at length. And the sun barely put in an appearance today, so although I did some tidying up in the garden and watered in the greenhouse, that's all I did.
Sigh. So much for plans. Oh well, I'll just have to force myself to do some thesis work in the evenings this week ...