what a difference a week makes

This week's morning off could not be more different from the last. Instead of languishing in bed till noon, I am up by 9 and at PC World by 9:15 to book my laptop in for them to attempt to recover my lost pictures. It may cost anything up to £140, which I will gladly pay as a fine for my stupidity. It remains to be seen whether it actually happens. Then off to Sainsbury's to secure a half litre of semi-skimmed milk (use by 24th Feb), 400 Bennies and a bottle of 12 year old "The Balvennie" doublewood method malt whisky. The blurb reads:
"First- whisky oak cask: imparts mellowness and warming layers of vanilla spiciness-
Second-sherry oak cask: increases complexity, bringing fruity and honeyed depths"

You've got to admit it: the bullshit deployed in the "tasting notes" used to describe the flavour of malt whisky is in a class of its own.

I then embark on a little hillwalk, twice up and down our local 45 metre summit, walking as briskly as possible, partly to get the best cardio workout and partly because of the steady drizzle that falls from a leaden sky.

Then home by 11:00 to read 40 pages of "The Brothers" before lunch. If there's time I might write a paragraph or two of my own short story.