Thoroughly enjoyed painting and intended to post today's efforts. I'd forgotten that it was my responsibility to make the evening meal so I had to dash and in the end didn't have time to post it. Everything was just perfect and ready for when Bev walked through the door. The phone rang. "I'll be ten minutes late", she said. Almost one hour later she walked through the door...she'd been stuck in traffic. All those times I was longer than ten minutes late for tea came to my mind. I've come to realise that just five minutes makes a difference when you are preparing food. Keeping it just perfect after fifteen minutes is harder than preparing it in the first place. She must have been furious with me all those years. What an idiot I was not to realise what a difference it makes. Sorry Bev, for all the times I said I'll be a little late only to turn up at least twenty minutes later.
I then had to dash out for a meeting.
When I arrived back home I realised that I'd done it again. I'd managed to drive home on auto-pilot. I had no recollection of going around islands, stopping at junctions or waiting at traffic lights, yet I'd arrived home safely...thank goodness!
I'd love to know how that works.