Let's set the record straight. The Queen of Faffing is not a beautiful country pub just down the road, nor is she a quaint thatched roof cottage. No, this Queen of Faffing is me! That's right. Hard to believe, but true.
"What have you been up to today", my beloved innocently asked on our way home after he'd slaved away all day on his hot little computer.
I wanted to answer honestly but felt that my response was not really sufficient to account for the 10 hours since I'd last seen him. So I paused for a moment before giving him my response.
"I think I have perfected the art of faffing".
He looked at me......
It's true. I can easily while away a day doing not very much at all. In fact on that particular day I'd washed the sheets, dried them, ironed them (yes, I DO iron my sheets, a much nicer finish on the bed I think), and remade the bed. Currently we wanderers only have one pair of sheets so this all needs to be completed on great weather days, requiring coordination skills. I even did a second load of laundry, washed, dried, ironed, folded and stored. I checked up on my FB friends around the world, relationship building is important. I looked for a job, really, I did but nothing took my fancy. In between I may have pulled a few weeds, though not enough to get my hands dirty or to make a large pile of weeds. I talked to the chooks who have decided my garden is a lovely scratching place, and tidied the cushions on my couch and well, that's about it. All that in 10 hours.
Seriously, I need to get a job but I am wondering, now that I have perfected the art of faffing, how will I fit in any work?
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