Monday 4th March

Why, oh why does the day after a good day seem to bring you down with a bump.  Not that there was anything particularly wrong with today – it just wasn’t yesterday. And out of sorts I was, though it all started off fine, gradually as the day progressed I got worse and worse.  I suppose because it was directionless, and with nothing planned – the day, full of opportunity dissipated into a wasted day.  We normally know days in advance what we will be doing, especially at the weekends, but all our efforts were on Saturday and somehow Sunday never figured in our planning.  And though I have happily frittered away so many Sundays, today it seemed such a waste to just waste it.

There was a bit of tidying up, moving the furniture back, then a bit of a gap, a hiatus until my writing class, where I feel I am not learning anything new now anyway.  And so the day disappeared.  At school, years ago our headmaster used to have this little homily : “Here hath been dawning another blue day.  Think, will thou let it slip useless away?”  to which a little voice in my head would pop up and say, “Yes, probably”.  Terribly funny back then, but now as one watches the years fly past a wasted day is almost a crime.

And now the day is nearly over and despite our best efforts we don’t seem to have rescued the day at all.  At least Spurs won today, so my daughter will be happy.

Tomorrow is another day, and another chance for a perfect day too.  Hope I don’t let this one slip useless away too.