Hmmm, Was I supposed to be on holiday...?

Why do I have the perverse inclination to work when everyone else is on holiday?

It happens all the time - I get loads more done over weekends than I ever do during the week and I spent the day working. It wasn't toil or unpleasant - I built a nice little site for a local person - and puttering around at the kitchen table with my laptop, a mug of tea and something to occupy my mind other than the dross on TV was rather pleasing.

It's not like I can go and dig the allotment (I'm still waiting for Kim to take some pictures and make a start on that, sigh) or even pootle about in the local water meadows, so exercising my brain is the closest I can get to a workout.

It has been such a nice day and I might even do it all over again tomorrow, as there's always work to be done! In fact, I have a half-hatched scheme that I might embark upon... I was working with a client to set up a really funky eCommerce site and after doing lots of the graft, they suddenly had a panic attack and decided that they didn't want to be so bound to the business and that an eCommerce site would take what they did into realms they didn't want. So, they honourably paid me for the work I had done, but left me with a mostly built site and no opportunity to showcase it to anyone else in the way I'd like - what a waste. So, I have been toying with the idea of using the site to help someone I know get kick-started - I think I shall sleep on the idea tonight and then drop an email to her to see what she thinks about the idea.

See? That way, I shall have something to moan about again - loads of work, no leisure time and all that nonsense that I always go on about, but miss terribly when it's not there! It's sounding like a good plan to me.