Today is…

I don’t know whether it’s because I’ve been away for a while, where every day was exciting and new with no reference to appointment, commitments, weekly this or monthly that, or whether it’s now I work at home, writing all day there is no such thing as an actual weekend, and two consecutive days can be a weekend, and single day can feel like a weekend… But I seem totally confused as to what day it is.

Maybe it’s because we went to a Tasmanian summer at the height of an English winter, Hobart’s Christmas decorations seemed to wilt under the lovely mid 20° to early 30° temperatures, what was actually January seeming like July…

Maybe I’m just losing my marbles… maybe the story I am so involved in writing is in its own time-sphere… but I literally have to stop and think and gaze at a calendar to work out where I’m up to.

Yesterday,at about nine o’clock in the evening, I suddenly exclaimed ‘Oh! we forgot it’s Pancake Day today! We forgot it’s Shrove Tuesday!’ My husband stared at me for a moment and then said, ‘It’s Monday today, it’s Tuesday tomorrow…‘ Then this morning, with great glee, I gave my husband a gentle pinch and said ‘Pinch, punch, first of the month, and no returns!‘ Once again he gazed at me and then quite gently (before bursting into guffaws of laughter) told me it was still February, March begins tomorrow…

I do have two calendars on the wall in front of me, there is another at the bottom of the stairs, another two in the dining room and one in the kitchen… and there is the date and time on my phone…


  1. David Lewis

    Time can drag on when you’re waiting in a lineup or fly by when having fun. It all seems relevent to what you’re doing or what mood you’re in. Closing time at the off license is the only time to keep in mind and favorite TV shows always have reruns.

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    1. Lois

      I always have the people in my head to keep me busy, Thomas Radwinter etc… otherwise I just think things! At the Dolphin, last orders is/are a bit flexible if you are a regular!


  2. David Lewis

    The way I get rid of pests at the bar I say to them. Those people in my head are talking to me again and they’re telling me that they really don’t like you! Works all the time.


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