Yes I am working, honest. Up at 5.30, damn it, from too much sleep, to talk to you. Walk the doglet and enjoy the company of the kidlet while he gets himself ready for school. Read the paper from cover to cover, even the careers and I'm way past a career apart from maybe into a bank(dirt!) from my poor eyesight. Breakfast with Denise where she tells me again to get my hair cut and we make momentous decisions about the day. By this time it's almost lunchtime so I kick the cats and proceed to the studio, cut my first piece of wood and it's time for leftovers again (including the dregs of wine!) followed by a nana nap because I rose too early and wine has that sleep effect then down to the studio but now it's time for a cup of tea and banana cake and the kidlet is back from school with all the news of what he learnt (not!) and walk the noisy, hairy thing and it's getting cold I must light the fire and it's so nice staring into the flames and dinner and a movie and I'm so tired from such a busy day I've got to go to bed to get up and do it all over again.
Sigh.... exit left