Okay, so I'm a worthless penniless lardass scraping whatever casual work I can find, but it has its advantages. To-wit: a mid-term break day with my son practicing musket drill and dueling at the museum, then choosing the next Tintin in a bookshop where he found sufficient diversion to allow me a decent browse, followed by an indulgent trip to the chippy for (his) lunch, a couple of tram rides and an afternoon of Boxing and Monster Trucks on the Wii. In between I managed to get short-listed for a nice little project (all phalanges, meta-carpals and -tarsals crossed), sorted out some outstanding accounting from last year, and got our Valentine's dinner bought and prepped.
I doubt the rich and productive can boast of a day quite so satisfying, and it's not even dark yet. Wasted in the world of full-time employment, I was.
