Procrastination!

[blackberry444]

Why am I sitting here writing in my journal rather than getting on with my tax return?

I think there's a part of my nature which likes panicking and doing things at the very last minute, no matter how stressful it is. It's absolutely stupid.  I must resolve to do it tomorrow..........but I had promised myself a session at the Lit & Phil. It's so long since I last visited and Thursday's writing class reawoke my creative impulses so that I'm dying to go there and write, specially as I have several new ideas in my mind for subject matter.

I could write here, but my desk is a complete tip again, and there's so much filing I have to do before I can even do my tax return and I really don't feel like doing it. If I could go to the Lit & Phil on Tuesday instead, I might be tempted to do the right thing, but I have a long lunchtime local CT meeting and will almost certainly feel too tired to go there afterwards.

I have my class to go to on Thursday and I certainly shan't feel like buckling down after that. I did love it, but last Thursday's class wiped me out completely.

Maybe I can do my free-delivery before the 24th. Asda shop online on Friday after I've tidied my desk and then I can devote the weekend to the loathsome Gordon Brown's business. I know he's not actually Chancellor any more, but I don't know anyone who believes he can resist telling the "real Chancellor" (Bwahahahaha!) what to do.

So what with Morrison's shopping yesterday, which was utterly vile because it was sooo crowded that I nearly burst into tears of exhaustion at the checkout, and my unwillingness to tidy my desk and do my tax return today, which made me do displacement activity cooking nearly all day, I've come to the end of another weekend with nothing accomplished! Well, apart from a lot of cooking, I suppose.

I spent time today making, among other things, a really nice stock for soup, cooking haricot beans for Charles to use in this evening's dinner, and also cooking a small piece of smoked bacon so that he would have boiled bacon and stock.

He turned it into a wonderful fabado, with enough left over to go in the freezer for 2 people on another day. We also still have half the boiled bacon for sarnies, and there was a pot of stock left over for lentil and bacon soup, until John threw it away when he was doing the washing up! I really don't know how I kept my temper. Charles was very cross because he wanted to use some of it for pease pudding. to accompany the cold bacon. It really didn't occur to me that he'd throw away half a pressure-cooker full of liquid containing carrots, onions and bay leaves, especially as I was all of 30 feet away in the sitting room watching Lark Rise to Candleford and could easily have been asked. Never mind! Least said soonest mended, I suppose!

John really surprised me when he declined to watch Lark Rise to Candleford on the grounds that he had enjoyed the books so much he couldn't bear seeing them messed about by the BBC! I always thought he despised that kind of literature and he's always making disparaging remarks about women writers!.

I can't stop yawning, so I suppose it's time for bed!

Comments

[incognitas.livejournal.com]

Well only I can do this..burn stock.I did it again today...Another pot to scrape and scour tomorrow with some not so subtle comments from someone who is only just inclined to cook an egg these days.


I'm fed up with being the only cook in the house as my imagination and recipe choices dwindle away to none.Either one of the other two doesn't like what I have cooked half of the time.My efforts to find dishes that suit everyone keep coming up against my efforts to A)lose weight,B)get everyone to eat healthily, C)the individual likes and dislikes of the other two and,D)finances as work has dried up completely.

[blackberry44.livejournal.com]

Everybody burns something. Don't you remember when Ma used to regularly explode hard-boiled eggs all over the kitchen when she was boiling them to take to work and forgot them because she was watching TV?

I tend to, well, maybe not *burn* exactly, but certainly overcook rice dishes such as paella, pilaf, risotto and so forth, because I'm either too impatient, or too neglectful. I did a lovely kedgeree last weekend, but there was a layer of rice at the bottom of the pan to be soaked off afterwards.

I don't quite know what you can do about the others, but maybe you should have a period when you cook for yourself and William when you're not working and Mark cooks for himself. Does he give you any housekeeping money? Because one of the reasons Charles has become such a proficient cook is that he has to help round the house to supplement what he's able to give me as bed and board.

I doubt whether you'll ever get *everyone* eating healthily. If I were trying to diet, I would tend to cook what *I* wanted and provide enough for the others if they want it. If they don't like it, they can do the other thing. As I understand it the modern Weightwatchers diet is pretty much fairly ordinary food, isn't it? Isn't the idea that you can share it with the family without anyone feeling deprived?

It's a shame work's dried up and money scarce, because one of the things I liked about dieting when I did it was having loads of salmon, asparagus and so forth when it's in season.

I suppose neither of them will eat lovely things like lentils and roasted vegetables?

Let's hope everyone gets so stressed by the school inspections I believe are going on at the moment that you get lots of lovely work and can afford a few low calorie treats for yourself. Or is that too mean?

[femsc.livejournal.com]

Why am I sitting here writing in my journal rather than getting on with my tax return?

Because it's waaay more interesting!

Thankfully, someone has decided that Charlie doesn't have to do his own any more. Whether this is related to income or employment status I don't know, but it's a heck of a relief.