fun before work

I spent much of yesterday blogging. Taking, importing and editing pictures, reading other people's blogs.
I have numerous essays waiting to be marked, they sprawl disreputably across the floor of our study, encroaching, making their way to the door in a bid for freedom, ungrammatical and (where not ungrammatical) possibly plagiarised domination over our whole lives. They must be stamped out on! I hope to God they never make it as far as the lounge.

But for the day, for once, I followed M's example : marking only bits and pieces, at an extreeeeeemely leisurely pace, between more interesting computer activities. I only marked a few essays all day, but M is right, its much more enjoyable and relaxing than the proper "work" way of doing things.
Not sure I could live like that all the time, hardly anything would "get done" but it was fun for a day.

My life has been so geared up to "getting things done" - and I've always tended to put work first, fun later. Which means, of course, little (often no) time left for the fun-later part. Particularly when M's way of life is so much the reverse.
Its quite liberating to live the other way around.

Wait, watch and wonder as our house descends into complete squalor.

I've even been surfing random "Next Blog"s and leaving comments for total strangers. I think I'm becoming a blogslut.

Who would have thought it? I'll talk to anyone these days.

Pics from our outing on Monday.
M, LG and I cycled from the Thames Barrier into Greenwich along the cycle path.

Yes !!!! M. came with us !!!! You might spot a bit of his knee in one of these pictures.

He was none too impressed by the bits of cycle path which are like this:



nor by the stinky patch along by the Tate & Lyle factory. (Stinky, but fortunately not sticky). I


don't know what the smell is, but it isn't recognisably either sweet or sugary.


But some stretches of the cycle path are much more salubrious, with great and diverse views:

Canary Wharf and docklands in one direction across the river
(City Airport is somewhere behind the tower blocks)



and
Greenwich itself (the Royal Naval College and the Cutty Sark) in the other direction.

This first picture is mine - but doesn't do justice to the panorama across the river (or rather, across the bend in the river - this is where we ended up), so the next two are stolen borrowed.
























Our original plan was to cycle into Greenwich for lunch. We didn't arrive until after 2.30, due to M not getting up till 12.00, and then having some important game-playing to do before we left. Having good priorities is so important, she wrote, somewhat bitterly. (despite my liberation about the work/fun thing, you can tell the constant, compulsive, addictive game-playing is still a bit of an issue.....)

We also cycled at a pretty leisurely pace, which was nice, (didn't help so much whilst passing through the Tate & Lyle stinks) but we arrived thinking pub lunches would be long over.


Fortunately, however, our favourite Greenwich pub was still serving lunch. And, of course, their excellent own-brewed wheat beers.

So alls well that ends well.

Here's to fun before work. We're possibly going into London today for a bit of a wander, feed the ducks in St. James' Park, falafel at Gaby's, bit of shopping, possibly pop into the National Gallery/British Museum.

We will be leaving the essays weighted down under heavy stones and locked in to the study.