I am so tempted this afternoon to play Spider Solitaire that I am considering sitting on my hands. The thing is that I have been shopping, done some writing, emailed some pitches, walked Harvey, in fact, done more today than I've done over the last two weeks and I feel I deserve the reward.
I mean it doesn't really matter. I've been reading stuff about Lent and about how it's not meant to be just a silly 'let's give something up' exercise, but rather an opportunity to give time to God. And I know all that but there's something about Lent, a set and defined time, that encourages abstinence.
It's really about proving something to myself.
So I won't play games.
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The plasterer has just told me that we are three inches of floor tile short. Which, of course, involves buying 15 foot of floor tile. Do I look bovered?
I will just be grateful that I don't have a murderous and deranged neighbour playing mind games with me. And go and do the dishes.