We have various relatives who have a page on the dreaded FaceBook...two of them announced a couple of days ago that they were 'bored'...both adult women with homes and children mind you and yet they were bored which is a word which hasn't been in my vocabulary since I was about five years old and then I probably only said it to annoy Mother...

Read a book or take the dog for a walk...learn how to knit...there are plenty of good videos on YouTube you can watch to show you how...bake a cake or make some bread but for heavens sakes don't announce to the world at large that you are bored.

My endless problem is stuffing the day with things I want to do...preferably now...today. I have an idea and can't wait until later or tomorrow and certainly not next week...I want to carry it through more or less immediately and hot on the heels of that project, whatever it may be, there'll be at least a couple more begging for attention...

Then there are the books which grab my attention that I simply have to read...whether on the Kindle or in the form of a proper book, the list grows longer and longer and I cram them down the way other people eat sweets and chocolate.

This is not to say that I can't be bored on occasion...window shopping drives me into an instant state of total inertia...watching soap operas is another and Country and Western music makes me yawn when it isn't making me restless and fidgety and wanting to be somewhere else doing something more interesting...

But I'd not dream of telling the world and his wife that I was bored at eleven o'clock on a bright warm and sunny morning in June.