Daily grind

I'm going to have try to go out again soon aren't I...this is becoming very much got up, ate something, watched something, read something, went back to bed. I mean my life is fast becoming just that but it it's even less interesting to read about than to be (marginally) experiencing!

The drummer boy across the road is home from school and clattering away and a female neighbour from along the terrace has clearly got over the headache I think she must have had for the last few weeks and is treating us to a selection of high pitched squeals and screeches. If they could match rhythms I'd be tempted to stick a microphone out of the window and release it as retro punk classic... I'm grateful it's warm enough to have the windows open anyway.

I'm grateful that my Tesco delivery has come and I have more things to eat if I can work up the inclination. They do a delicious in store bakery rye mix bread which will probably get the taste buds going...and I'm very thankful they had that in stock today!

I give thanks I've managed to peel back a corner of carpet without serious injury (there's those inherently evil spiked carpet grip strips underneath) and later, maybe, I'll manage to get the area of skirting and door frame exposed coated in primer so the filler needed to reconnect the two will adhere. I can still do things in short shifts...twenty mins maximum ha ha!