Lounging.

Rattling around the house feeling guilty, I should be doing something constructive. Clare is away in Wales with her mam and dad and the girls are off camping. I'm left reading the paper, drinking coffee and listening to records. I need to do nothing but struggle. I was going to build a bed for Alice but the bloke who was going to cut the wood to size didn't. I could do some writing or some drawing but don't have the energy so do the hoovering instead.