T'is Sunday.

* The spasm-ing has eased in my back, so I feel much better and more relaxed than I did yesterday and the day before.

* My shift was easy (admittedly, I made it so, but that was because of my poorly back, and I DID get everything of importance done) and over and done with by 11am. I henceforth afterward had/have the day to myself.

* My leg has finally stopped smarting.

* Dinner tonight is nice and easy: I am shoving some already breaded plaice in the oven and then simmering some new potatoes and petite poi (posh mini peas. Nice and sweet tasting) on the hob. And no, I don't care that using 'ready prepared' fish is "cheating". It's plaice with breadcrumbs on it: and a doctor I spoke to about the subject once assured me that that was just fine. And in any case, as it's a Light Orchestra night, I need to have dinner on the table for mother at no later than 5:45, which wouldn't be a problem, but I have to fit it around The Brother using our oven to bake blasted pancakes (don't ask); and as they get blasted at around 230 degrees, I need something that can cope with being cooked at that temperature, rather than having to wait for an hour or more (which I do not have) for the damn thing to cool down again.

- As an aside, supper will be extra scrumptious all this week because Tesco had the yummy strawberry mousses in stock, rather than the nice-but-bit-boring chocolate ones. Plus, extra mature cheddar was on offer as well, so my daily cheese sandwich will be extra scrumptious as well.

* There are only seven more days (and six more shifts) till I get a whole week off. One. Whole. Week.

* Though dinner will be a rushed affair, thanks to Light Orchestra, I have the house (and therefore the television) to myself tonight. Catchphrase on ITV1 and then a Ken Dodd DVD ahoy!

* After a long stretch of there being NOTHING for me to apply for, I found 7 suitable jobs to go after yesterday. 7! It'll probably come to nothing, but hey, at least I have actually done something. Even minimal chance is a heck of a lot better than no chance at all.

* Sundays are my official Slob Out day, with no housework being done (you heard me. NONE) and Bingo being walked for me. Therefore I am sat here in my pajamas. At 14:30 in the afternoon. So stick that where the sun doesn't shine, productivity: you are not welcome here today.

And last but not least:

* I ordered a book  for choir rehearsals two days ago and got an email today telling me that it has been "dispatched". The estimated delivery date is this coming Friday at the latest, so by then I should have my very own copy of Madrigals and Part-Songs. Yay!