And Nothing Will Be Missed
Make a little list – and nothing will be missed. I am resisting the temptation to make lists of the things I have to do and then prioritise them – my fear is the list will be endless and ever-growing list which will be counter-productive and I will fall into the slough of despond and nothing will be done.
So back to muddling through the day and doing the bleeding obvious again – this morning one water heater seems not to be heating, hopefully this is just the circuit breaker, I will know in a few hours. As with central heating systems and water softeners, I have multiple units so switching from one to another is simple, but if the salt runs low in all the softeners, elements fuse in all the heaters and we run out of oil, gas and wood simultaneously because I believe I resilience and back-ups then I am worse off than having one unit only and fixing that one.
Alert orange again today, so no school for Jack as the buses are not running although the sun is shining and there is not a scrap of snow – it is bloody cold though and there is ice on the top of the pool cover.
The aim of this blog is not to diarise my thoughts, but to shift me blooming arse and get into a blogging pattern – the temptation is to ramble on about events – like the garbage truck has just passed, great refuse collection in France – three times a week, friendly people and very polite and helpful – We get two general collections and one ‘yellow” bin collection for paper and tins etc – no dramatic sorting and as much as we need to put out. There is also a monthly collection of big junk like fridges and old beds if we leave them out – all in our council taxes which are about half what they are in the UK I understand.
My priority is to think of ways of earning some cash and,to put these thoughts into action and actually make some cash – everything is changing, both me the global situation, so I don’t think experience and established ways of doing business are necessarily highly relevant – times is hard – I guess the trick is to keep looking and not think too much ) the nugget of gold could be revealed with the next chop of the pick-axe – so keep hacking away, keep moving andyou will get soemwhere, or die of starvation and exhaustion
Shit – I just hit the diary category on the blog for reference – oh well…..










