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Get up. Open laptop. Reply, write, ring. Watch Neighbours. And that's about it, with the obvious omissions of washing, eating, being distracted by my fiddle, and the constant circular sub-plot in which I make tea, drink tea, make tea, drink tea...

I've also managed to miss out the most important part of my day. The list making.

I am, if I do say so myself, a guild-affiliated, black belt, Girl Guide badge-holding, judan master of list writing.

Nothing gets done that's not on the list.

And if it does, it's promptly added and crossed off accordingly. Of course, that's not to claim everything on the list gets done, that's a whole other ballgame. How dull I make it sound!

And of course I'm deluding myself. Something inevitably creeps into the daily cycle, and yesterday the things that came creeping were two massive partans!

That's crabs to anyone currently south of the border...

Yep, I shifted further north at the beginning of the year and now divide my time between Edale and Edinburgh. It's a great part of the city I'm in, with bakers and a cheese shop and a chocolate shop and delis aplenty and an endless supply of reasons to spend an awful lot of money.

I live with a shellfish-loving Scot, so I've been getting an education in seafood appreciation...

Find out what happens next tomorrow... Bella*