Last year, when I was ill (I can hear you, by the way, sighing and saying 'God, will she not stop going ON about that already?') I got into a groove.
I cranked up my Lovefilm membership and ordered loads of stuff. I planned to watch things I'd never had chance to watch, and ended up with weeks full of Kiefer Sutherland in 24. When Mr Coffee went away on a business trip, I emailed him every day to tell him what Jack Bauer was doing. Mr Coffee emailed back to say he hoped that Jack would have time to care for me while he was so busy saving the world.
"I do not actually trust him to look after me as he is very busy pretending to be a virus buyer," I replied. "He has just shot his partner in the head in order to keep his cover; if he has so little sympathy for him then I doubt he would give a monkeys about a small moaning woman asking if she could have a chair to sit on."
Well this week I am a bit tired, and in need of rest, but I am not prepared. I have no pile of DVDs. I have a big book, but it's a big book, and it would take a type of commitment I don't have this week.
Yesterday, inspired by the List Writer, I got hold of my first set of knitting needles in over 20 years and knitted a square. And then I looked at it and thought, who am I kidding? What am I going to do with this square? We all know it is never going to turn into a blanket.
I am at sea. Jack is not here to rescue me. With no-one being tortured, and the world not being in peril, how is a girl to rest and recuperate?