I take Fridays off these days in order to have more time for myself. Friday has now become shopping day, and the day for all appointments to be made, it's also one of the two Karate nights, so dads taxi again.
Einsteins theory about space time and relativity now begins to make more sense.
The time you attempt to make for yourself will be stolen from you, relative to the amount you attempt to make available.
And then there's space, God don't start me on space, it usually starts with,
"when are you going to get rid of all that rubbish". This goes on until you take the plunge and hire a skip. You decide that this time you will be ruthless in the clear out, all the stuff that may come in useful [ and probably will next week] has to go.
When the skip is full to bursting point you stand back and admire the void you have created, you could almost get a car into the garage, and you can walk across the shed floor without standing on varies tools and the things you were looking for last week but couldn't find.
It starts with a trickle, the odd flower pot, some piece of keep fit equipment, rarely used kitchen utensils, and then the great truth dawns, your so called rubbish was never the real issue, it was the space that it occupied that was the prize to be gained, everyone else's junk now stands proudly where yours stood last week, leaving you alone with the guilt of the landfill space used up.
Junk will be hoarded directly in proportion to the space available to store it, you see guys it's all relative, that Einstein bloke knew a thing or two.
Retire, I wish, 68 looming and only the lottery or ill health with stop me.
Not enough hours in the day, a problem made worse with those 5 minute jobs now taking at least an hour [ except for window cleaning] They, others, would only steal the time anyway.
