Anyway, this morning I stared out of my blinds to be met with a typical London winter's day: dull, wet and 'orrible! I had planned to hit The Scrubs. The end of the year is coming and I need 5 more species to get that magical 100 for the first time ever. The trouble is, I have seen most of the things that I can possibly expect to see at my patch. I can only hope to find something weird like a roosting Long-eared Owl or overflying Lapland Bunting. I decided tomorrow will be the morning that I find a Red-flanked Bluetail. Besides, I had a Readers Digest article to finish (How To Be An Urban Birder) and a travel piece on the wonders of Lapland. Both of which should have been in last week.
So what did I do? I went back to bed. I kipped up until 10am. Nipped out for the Sunday papers and a copy of Bird Watching Magazine to check out my latest article - which about when I was an eight year old.
Back at home, I tucked into a bacon butty, watched the football and did anything but finish off my articles. Finally, at around 6pm I sat at my laptop and started writing.
I'm so lazy!