The other day I discovered that I suddenly had nothing to do. It was very weird indeed. I'd handed in all my work, done the extra work, produced a handout for some other extra work and even applied for a job. I was footloose and fancy free. I wasn't really sure what to do with myself. Funny that, when I've got a millions tasks that are due in there are a veritable myriad of things that I can find to distract myself. There's knitting to be done, baking and preserving to experiment with, cats to cuddle, books to read. But when the option of actually doing whatever I wanted was presented to me I suddenly found it hard to settle on a task I really wanted to do.
So I did this:
I organised all the cuttings from my recipe magazines and stuck them into my numerous cooking and baking scrapbooks.
I did it with a cup of coffee and some gentle music. It took me a good few hours and it was a few hours well spent, I enjoyed it immensely.
Oddly, although I did end up knitting, curled up in front of a film, the one thing I didn't do was bake. Very strange.
Don't worry though, my Mum officially arrives tomorrow, there will be baking, knitting and gossip a-plenty!