....Well, I'm not sure. ....That's why I'm sitting here.
I have a cup of tea waiting for me in the pot, and while I drink it I could do some ironing

, or try out some new music for pupils next week (slightly less

), or read the gardening section of the paper (not sure because of the soggy ground and delightful weather

), or water the lettuce growing in the old washing up bowl in the greenhouse

, or be utterly lazy and read the nice new Sharpe novel that's winking at me

!