Did you ever have a

colour coded shopping list?  with weekly, fortnightly, top up, monthly and less frequent purchases all on a page?

I think I've mentioned before how fond I am of planning, especially when there's work to be done, it has always provided me with a safe haven, somewhere to hide away and avoid doing any actual work in reality.

I thank Red Dwarf for the philosophy, I read a book based on the tv series years ago and one of the characters loved doing plans for study, and by the time the plan was perfected a few weeks would have gone out of the start of it, so a new plan would be needed... I read this back in my school days and have always found it a helpful method....

I also love "course on a page" fitting everything you possibly can about a subject onto one page in teeny tiny writing, it's an art form I perfected in college, and still have the beautifully highlighted, complete with tiny diagrams sheets of knowledge. BC3001 - 20 hours of lectures and 15 pieces of homework summarised on one originally clean A4 sheet.

I don't know what all this says about me, but I suppose it may act as an excuse for being interested in writing all my life and still not having published anything major... ie a book, like maybe I should just try and fit a whole novel on a page, (of course only having meticulously planned how I would go about planning it - on a colour coded spreadsheet perhaps) - I have some time off work now, what with adding to the human race soon etc, so maybe if I get my domestic goddessness planned right, I'll have my writing self sorted too... or I'll just be a drool soaked zombie with dread locks at the back of my neck from the constant sling wearing, a glazed fuzzy view of the world from the sleep deprivation etc etc

Will be sure to keep you posted either way - I know, you can hardly wait, I can't either.

Bob the Builder v's Cinderella

This morning's philosophical statement from Danger on looking at his pyjamas, was "Bob the Builder's the same as Cinderella, because they both work hard...."
Oh dear... It's hard to know when to introduce the concept of exploitation and unfairness to a person, when they live in a happy bubble of fairness, with their innate sense of justice etc etc.  I told him Cinderella wasn't paid for the work she did, never got breaks, or holidays, and didn't really enjoy the work she did. He was puzzled - the first of the dreaded "17 Why's" came along.
Have you heard of the "5 why's" by the way? they're a management technique for getting to the truth of a situation.  The "17 why's" are a toddler technique for exposing the futility of trying to explain anything, and for proving that no matter how patient and all knowing you are feeling, you will eventually say "that's the why" or change the subject.  This morning's conversation didn't quite get that far, and I didn't have to break down and explain my real feeling of "Cinderella was a sucker working for evil sisters and had to rely on her looks and a makeover to get her out of there rather than actually just taking the initiative and leaving on her own merits, while Bob is a happy and valued member of society who probably never really does a day's work because he is so bloody delighted with his role and status in the community that it always feels like a pleasure" - not because I found a better way to explain it, but because little fella found a distraction of his own, I can't remember what it was now, that's the nature of distractions sometimes, sometimes you're so glad of them, you instantly forget what they are...
Anyway - hope your Sunday is going well.

Departures and Arrivals

Transport is something that both of my grandfathers were involved in - one a bus conductor, one mended planes.  I didn't meet either of them in person.
One person I did meet was my Grandmother, who departed life just over a month ago.  A people addict - her house made the best toasted cheese sandwiches, said once to me she always had "lots of luck" in her life, I have lots of lovely memories of her flower heavy garden, bees and butterflies, dogs, and eternal welcome in her company.  Met several new cousins in the process of saying goodbye to her, and wished as ever that I was better at keeping in touch.
Speaking of new - there's someone else I haven't met in person, scheduled according to the medical profession to arrive some time in the next 10 to 24 days.  This pregnancy has flown in, so much so that I don't feel half ready to meet Danger Cushions' little sibling.  I took a year I think, to get used to the idea of Danger himself.
Anyway, am enjoying being off, the sun is shining, weather is sweet.