‘So,’ the mister says at 10.30 after I have been to the gym and we have enjoyed the first of the weekend’s computer phone calls, ‘what are your plans for today?’
‘Well,’ I say in a slightly more civil voice than I have employed as I have guided him through the use of the computer phone call technology, ‘if past weekends are anything to go by, I shall fritter the day away on the internet, until such time as I can whinge about having frittered the day away on the internet, at which point I shall begin to whinge.’
‘Yes,’ he says.
I do believe that if I were in the hands of a life coach right now there would be something about this being a critical moment when those who dream become those who achieve. There would be a question I could ask myself, a cognitive shift I could make, a dream book I could refer to. As it is, I will go and have a shower (I did get to my Friday morning circuit class this morning) and then I will make a coffee and a piece of toast, and then I will, I really will go and have a look at that short story I was once enjoying writing.