For the last week I've spent approximately five hours a day watching the World Cup football. I'm not complaining, in fact, I think it's great. It has, however, rather punched a big hole in my normal daily routine. There's no new songs, kitchen activity is down, and the Vespa sits and waits. I pretty much only have time for the perfunctory maintenance-type chores that keep the house going. Mowing, edging, washing, cleaning etc. All of which, I might add, are better than slowly dying in an office.
This welcome interruption will last another three weeks.
Everything is neat and tidy, but there's not a lot of magic happening. Apart from on the football field, of course...