An ordinary day

I've always had a lot of trouble organising myself and have not improved in 68 years.  When I wake up in the morning I put Radio National on and could spend the entire day listening to it and following up discussions.  Or I could play the piano, paint, read, cook, play with Emma, phone friends, watch TV, walk, exercise, email, blog, google or even clean up.


I spend hours with my coffee trying to make up my mind what to do and more often than not end up doing absolutely nothing!  Talk about hopeless!!!!!


Today looks like being one of these days as it's nearly midday and I'm still in my pyjamas, undecided.  (For a while now I've been addicted to Dr Phil, so watch him every day at this time, never ceasing to marvel at the sheer stupidity of the average American and the good sense spoken by Dr Phil as he laughs all he way to the bank.  Would you reveal your darkest secrets, like having an affair with your best friend's husband or murdering your own, on international television??????????  Only in America...)


Still can't upload my own photos, so here are a couple I've found online for you.  They show Pyrmont Bridge in 1904 and 2003.  Can't believe the traffic then!  It's now for pedestrians only.  I might go there tomorrow and walk across, as I have an appointment with my GP, who is right near that tower with the round bit at the top.

I absolutely adore Sydney.