I'm making time now because it's Saturday evening and I booted Grumpy Trousers off to the pub. I must say he didn't take any persuading, but his mates will be there, plus our daughter is working on the bar tonight so it will do him good to get from under my feet for a while.
Now, here's the shabby bit. I was a PA to some high-faluting directors in blue chip companies in my past life, and as such you'd think I'd be terribly well organised wouldn't you? Well, wrong. I'm ditsy, and getting ditsier by the day. The inside of my head is like a shabby old cupboard, full of crap with nothing of any importance. Example: today I suddenly remembered that I have a physio appointment soon for a cortisone injection in my hip (to match the one in my foot). I didn't put the appointment on the kitchen calendar, nor did I put it on the calendar in my phone. Or in my diary. I have a letter for an appointment later in the month, but not one for next week. I began to get worried and turfed out all my drawers in search of it, and I also disrupted the dumping ground for bits of paper that no-one knows what to do with. It wasn't anywhere. In a last ditch attempt, I emptied my purse of all its Morrisons vouchers and saving stamps, together with receipts for coffees we had while in Wales at Easter (see, I told you I was shabby!) and lo and behold, there it was, nestling in a little corner of my purse was an tiny appointment card for Tuesday next week at 8.15am. Phew, thank goodness for that.
This is happening a bit too much lately. I am so easily distracted and lose track of what I should be doing. I have a strong need to retrain my brain to become more efficient, then at least I won't fret about forgetting stuff. Another example is I double booked myself last week. I invited two chums round for a glass of wine last Monday evening, then realised I should have been going to an Aquacise class at the local pool. I hastily cancelled the class in favour of wine and gossip. I'm such a dopey mare sometimes. When I get into a proper routine with this retirement malarkey, I think I'll fare a bit better.
Here's a picture of me (in spotty blouse) with one of my friends from last evening. We were a bit squiffy when the photo was taken. Mind you we do look pretty happy too.
That could explain why I feel a bit shabby today!