I didn’t get to write on Sunday because I had double birthday festivities, which were both really lovely but definitely consumed a lot of my energy. Then yesterday was a day of errand-running. I had to go to the doctor to have him fill in a report which will allow me to apply for disability allowance (a very tearful, very emotionally draining appointment) and I had a bunch of minor ‘to do’s around Tallaght. The one thing I didn’t get to do, which I regret, is join my local library. I’m really trying to get back into reading but as I’m now temporarily sans-employment, the library is my best option.
Today was all about housework. There’s a lot to do because I’m going away with Cat and our beloved writer friend, Ben, for his thirtieth. So we have to get stuff in order here, both for our own benefit and also because my brother will be house-and-pet-sitting while we’re away. I’d rather not leave him in the chaos den that is the current state of our home.
Tomorrow, I have to pick up said brother from Dublin and also drop our dog to Cat’s parents. Plus, we’re only halfway through cleaning the entire house, so that’s the morning agenda. Then on Thursday, we cruise through Dublin again to get to the airport and make our way to London.