I’m in a lot of pain. Moan Moan. Knee’s bad, back’s bad, neck’s bad, shoulder is bloody awful.
But my mind is fine thank you very much, so I would like to do thinking-like activities.
OK, so I’ve accepted that I can’t do a 9-5 at the moment. The fact that I’m in hospital or clinics most days, am medicated off my face, can’t get any sleep and can only sit up straight for a mere number of minutes are hardly conducive for a productive day in the office. But just because the nasty hit & run man has made my body poorly, I’m not going to let him steal my brain as well. Oh no.
Its a magical place, where I can tip-tap away on my lovely laptop (which is dying…eeeeek….no money for a new one) whilst reclining on a fluffy pile of pillows, with the puppy snoring quietly next to me & rubbish daytime TV buzzing away in the background.
I like it.
Indeed, I like it so much I must be careful not to get lazy and get in the habit of staying in bed office when I’m OK to get up and get about – as that would be just plain wrong. But me and my piles of paperwork are happy here on bad days. I seem to get a fair amount of nothing important done. And it doesn’t hurt much, which is a bonus.
There’s only one problem. It’s much too far away from the kettle. Thank God I never bought a Teasmade…I suspect I’d never leave!