Morning routine
I am pleased to report that I started Monday off on a positive note. Well, apart from missing the alarm clock and having an unexpected lie in until 7.30 that is. Even that loss of 30 minutes from my day didn’t put me off and I was straight to the kettle to make my fresh lemon in hot water drink. Well, maybe not straight to the kettle. Fist there’s the rush to get something warm on in that time period between warm sheets and the cold of the morning creeping in as you stumble around the bedroom trying to find something to throw on – a new dressing gown Christmas gift helped there.
And then, hopping into the hall as you try and pull one sock on and realise it’s back to front, it’s time to let the cat in before the whole neighbourhood gets woken up and advances on your gate in its night-wear with flaming torches and pitchforks, calling for cat blood. Cat inside and it’s straight to the kitchen and the bowl. There’s always a bit of a race there: for me to get last night’s left-overs out of his way before he starts eating what’s there – it’s not nice by then, overnight flies and stuff, you know. And then there’s a race to get his food down before his grumpy demands wake the rest of the house. That done the kettle does get switched on and there’s a dash for the bathroom…
…where the floor is usually cold and you realise you’ve left the window open all night – which isn’t a bad thing as it helps keep down the black mould that’s starting to grow on the grouting. A common Symi problem in the winter. Bathroom business done and the kettle is ready, so cut a lemon, squeeze in into a mug, add warm water and carry that through to the office to turn on the computers – and the heater as the offices are, basically, housed in a concrete block that faces north and that has reasonably large windows to let in the cold through the glass. The shutters are currently open. When the cold north wind blows and we (finally) get into the icy depths of winter, then they will be closed to help keep the wind out and I will work in more or less darkness, with the table lamp to light my fingerless-glove gloved-fingers like something from Dickens. Last winter there was tape around the window gaps to keep out the wind.
All that done, there’s then time to tidy up the sitting room from last night’s TV-fest, put the drying up away, and watch as the cat wanders the house deciding where to settle for the morning. Currently his favourite space is wedged between the back of the sofa and a sofa cushion, odd animal.
And that, should you wish to know it, is my morning schedule at the moment and has been for some time now. There you go! Have a good day.
