Day 58, Friday, February 27 - Who says men can’t multi-task?
It is 9.11am. This morning I have 1) rolled out of bed 2) made Emma’s school lunch 3) fed her breakfast 4) fed myself breakfast 5) washed up 6) dried the dishes 7) played my three piano pieces 8) washed the French door windows inside and out 9) had a hot lemon juice 10) done a couple of cursory physical stretches 11) set up the ironing board and ironing 12) started to sub-edit a book 13) taken out the rubbish 14) ambushed Clare and told her about my five lengths of crawl yesterday (she tries hard to conceal her admiration but I can sense it all the same) 15) written this blog 16) served Jan her breakfast.
And what have I ended up with? Some smudged French windows, a cracked plate, Mary Had A Little Lamb played in the wrong key, Jan unhappy with the coffee I made and a bad neck.
Worse still, Jan is sitting right next to the French windows and has not apparently noticed that you can now see out of them.
It's not that men can't multi-task. They just don't see the point.
PS It's now 9.20am and still no mention of the windows... I was going to do the skylights later today but I'm reconsidering.
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