Each day rolls into the other, though we try to change things around a bit and do things in a different order. Thing is you can’t exactly go back to bed at 7am and sleep through the night can you? Saying that though, I can usually nod off for an hour.
When I was working, the alarm would go off at 7.30, and Mum would have brought a cup of tea up to me having seen Dad off to work for 7am. I’d eventually get up around 7.45, maybe even as late as 8am, get washed and dressed, then out the door for the mile walk to work. I never bothered with makeup or tweaking the hair. I’d either pull it back in a pony tail or pile it on top of my head. It was rare I’d have breakfast other than that cup of tea, though Mum had thrust a piece of toast in my hand on occasion when I was flying out the front door if I was running late. The only thing I took extra care with was earrings.
With most of my friends, it was shoes, clothes or makeup, but after having my ears pierced in 1975 (once was enough thank you), I was always buying earrings.
I had so many pairs, I could wear a different set every day of the month to work, and have a few extra changes over the weekends. I could only wear gold or silver though, but today I can only wear gold. I have a few pairs left, but these days, I’ll stick to one pair for months.
It’s funny that now I don’t have to get up, most days I’m awake around 7, and Hubby has usually been up at least half an hour. On the boat it was the same, and Maggie and I would settle down for at least another hour, she taking up the vacated warm spot.
Blood test later this morning, then a little bit of shopping, then home for lunch. Hubby is looking forward to a cauliflower and broccoli cheese. I shall probably have a tomato bake with some extra veggies. Gotta show willing now as the flapjacks have made their presence known on the scales this morning.