I am feeling utterly virtuous.
HMRC annual self-assessment conquered for another year. Minor blip at one point, but sorted after I'd been for a walk and the payment system was working again. (No stress rise for blood sugars either - I was kind of expecting it as I can spend the time yelling at the computer, but, on the whole, it's an easy process for me as long as I've got everything to hand, phones charged up, ink in printer and P60 for Main Paid Job - but I didn't even need that this year as the information was already there.)
Other financial tidying done. Church admin done until the end of February. New Travelcard ordered and sin confessed - that of losing the former one on a walk "Between Occasionally Used Supermarket and the Fast Food Emporium where I'd stopped for a coffee before getting on a bus, Except I didn't, I walked home." "That's a long way^... was the faint reply. "No," said me, cheerfully "just 3.5 miles before I realised, and then another 3 miles home." "Oh...." was the even fainter reply.
I do forget how far I walk these days without thinking about it.
I'm not back to Main Paid Job until Monday, so apart from Sunday Morning, I've completed the job list so can enjoy the next days. Oh, apart from the 4th attempt to get the items from the repeat prescription I put in just before Christmas. I'm not going to bore you with all the details, even the prescribing doctor admits the faults weren't mine, (I was prepared to admit I may have got the original requests wrong - but I hadn't.) but I have spent more time traipsing to and fro between home, surgery and pharmacy sorting this out than is desirable. I have made my feelings politely but firmly known in both camps.