Like a lizard drinking . .

I've had a busy day already, even though there's still an hour 'til lunch.
Really! You wouldn't credit how hard it is to get everything done around here, even though I forced myself to get up and shower at 8.30.
"The Boss" has had a busy morning too, what with doing the week's washing, making us a morning cuppa.
As for me, I made the bed this-morning (now she says I should do it every day), and I emptied the vacuum cleaner for her too, before I popped down the road to see Dennis, and we both came back for that cuppa.
I've had to think up something to talk about in this posting too, and that's not easy. When I finish this job it will probably be near enough to lunch and the day's half gone.
I'm flat out - "like a lizard drinking" as my grandad used to say. I was going to clean the car this-afternoon, but it's a bit hot and we're not supposed to waste water these days. So I might tidy up the shed instead. . . . . . .
Well, maybe I have overplayed the "lazy retiree" theme just a bit, but it's a subject worth a bit of thought.
I had an active youth, a longish and often hectic working life, and a range of outside interests throughout. But now we've settled down and outside our home, family and immediate circle of friends my significance in the general scheme of things is fairly low on the scale.
But I don't really mind being a "wrinlkley" I don't want to return to work, to take up Yoga or mountain climbing or even accept a directorship - although it would be reassuring if, once in a while, someone sought my advice about something.
But it's nice having time to be busy at my own pace and, talking of that "I have to go, because the tennis finals are coming on the TV in a minute or so!"