But what do I do all day!

I'm constantly being asked what I do all day after having such a busy job and mostly I answer "nothing much" or "just cruising". Despite this I seem to find it very easy to fill my days, it's just that no one is watching me and my deadlines now are, for the most part, pretty elastic.
I have to admit that after so many years on the treadmill, I still feel absurdly guilty about not still being there, but not enough to fret about the fact that a full-time gig appears to have become a distant memory.
So, what do I do? Well, I'm always cooking and have even taken up baking the occasional sweet thingy for Gorgeous George to have for his play lunch at work. Bread is a work in progress but one day I am sure a loaf I can be proud of will pop out of the oven. I have also become a regular Heidi and some weeks I make yoghurt and ricotta. The only thing I'm not doing is the yodelling, but there is plenty of time for that.
I keep Fred the talking Tonk company most days, not an easy job and requiring a great deal of responding to catty complaints and moaning. I let Bertie the dog in and out of the house so he can woof when someone pushes a pram past the house and I let Boo, the feral charity cat, in and out so he won't shred the timber doors, although this has had limited success as the once pristine cedar now looks rather more like desiccated coconut. Just looking at the mess he has made is enough to turn Gorgeous George into a purple-faced spluttering wreck.
I have taken up craft in a big way, including making Tim the Toolman some stubby cosies so his little hands don't get cold in winter when he drinks a beer and started making my own clothes again. Some of my other projects, for instance the flower pom pom made out of recycled tissue paper, have been less successful but I enjoy doing them anyway. I throw paint around, either at a canvas (I like to paint flowers) or the latest piece of furniture undergoing a makeover, and considering there are only two of us I spend a ridiculous amount of time washing and ironing clothes.
I walk most days and have come to know the regulars, for instance the Korean couple who walk every morning and hold each other's hands the whole way, the little Italian man whose Jack Russell cross is ever hopeful of bagging one of the bunnies that live near the station, the lollypop man Gerry who runs the crossing for the local preschool, the tiny little lady who owns the enormous airedale and has occasionally been sighted walking him on a Friday afternoon with a glass of wine in her hand, and Ralf, the goat who lives down the other end of our street - Ralf comes with an owner and a small yappy dog.
I garden passionately and grow vegies with variable levels of success and take enormous pride in the alcanteria bromeliad and gingers that are thriving in an area not known for its tropical plants. There are even some little frogs living in the bromeliad, which pleases me a lot. I have found a little tree snake in the kitchen (deposited there by a helpful cat) and the blue tongue lizard that lives under the front veranda knows me well. We understand each other and I often fill a water bowl out there in case he/she needs a drink.
And now I am off to try making lamingtons. There will be coconut and chocolate everywhere.