There’s a meeting this evening.
19.30 in Detroitwich.
About the possible formation of a new riding club.
I know I’ve been to three meetings already today, but this one would be substantially different.
Not a seal or a penguin in sight for a start.
For me things are at the ‘go along and see/hear what they’ve got to say’ stage.
The trouble is (as prev. ment.) it’s at 19.30.
In Detroitwich.
If I left Wiltshire right now (16.20) I’d be home in Worcestershire by approx 18.00 (depending on traffic etc).
Which would give me an hour and ten minutes before I needed to leave the house to attend said meeting.
Hmmm…
To go or not to go, that is the question.
And right now I’m keen to go.
But after an hour and ten at home?
An air of ‘can’t really be arsed’ might be prevalent – you think?
And then the question might be ‘to stay or not to stay’.
Hmmm.
Tough one.
Perhaps I’ll go and set myself a firm time limit – leave at 21.00, latest!
Yeah.
Possible.
Umm.
So go on then, do something!
Yeah, OK.
I’ll just finish my Lattè first.
And then think about it.
Procrastination, they name is bloke in the office with a large Lattè and a WordPress session in front of him.
B.