Maybe it is just me but I get such a good feeling when I have finished some chore I didn't want to start. Today it was emptying the garage of accumulated rubbish.
Over the past few weeks the detritus has built up.
First of all the dog had fleas and, after de-fleaing her I threw out all her bedding and bought new. The old stuff, after spraying with flea killer, went into a plastic bag and was put in the garage. Every parcel which came in a box was dealt with and the box put in the garage too. Then last week the decorator left his empty paint tins. And then of course there were all the newspapers.
It is not a nice day here - cold and wet - thoroughly miserable. This morning hot chocolate with my usual Tuesday friends started the morning off well. After this it was manicure morning and that made my hands feel good too.
I arrived home as a friend called to try to stick back the cover of the dishwasher in my built in kitchen. The cover has come adrift and needs some attention so he is trying. After lunch I looked out on the wet, miserable scene and decided I couldn't face doing the job today.
It was at this point that I had a serious talk with myself. 'For goodness sake woman, get a hold of yourself and get the job done.' So I did. The men at the tip are lovely and so helpful. They did all the emptying for me (even the curtains which had come down from my sitting room window and are not going back) and I drove back home in the pouring rain. Tess had come with me so we had a quick walk and then came in to a nice warm bungalow. And I feel very satisfied with myself. A good day all round. I give myself a metaphorical pat on the back. Back tomorrow.