Wednesday, an early breakfast of muesli and i check my mail. I find that the CQC have sent me a reminder to complete my DBS check, so I follow the link to the forms. Of course I find I need my passport, driving license and birth certificate, so I had to rummage around to find them and return to the on line form. Took ages to fill in as it kept rejecting the possible combinations of my birth place. I make a phone call to clarify what they actually want in the difficult section and then get a call from a friend. Somewhere in there I missed another call much to my chagrin. Ultimately I get to finish the form and then find I have to run off a letter to take to the post office. So having printed the form I drive to the post office in the next village. I get checked for the princely sum of £17:50 and notice on my way out that they stock posting boxes so seizing the opportunity I buy enough for Christmas. A serendipitous find.

I have soup lunch and put tonight’s meal in the Croc Pot. I then spend time trying to get my partners laptop working as it should. I do the usual house keeping and install the latest upgrades. Of course as I restart to install the process takes ages as it grinds through the upgrades. Eventually the machine is running properly and I return it to the office ready for tomorrows Skype call. There are no more distractions to stop me from training. I ache from yesterday but I get into my gear and get myself into the garage. I do 45 minutes at an easy pace, its okay, its what I can manage today.

I get back into the house to find that the garden guy has arrived so make him tea, pay him and agree what needed doing. I retreat to change and begin my evening by starting the blog while waiting for meal to be ready. The meal pings into life in the Croc Pot and the family eats. Tonight will be taken up with the continuing Long Call drama, still hoping for even more unlikely characters and plot twists, I suspect it will be a mainstream rogue. Then on catch up it will be Shetland followed on catch catch up Mock the Week. So tonight there will be no mind improving reading, thinking, sketching, hobbying (not that I have one apart from staying alive) or writing. Yep a sofa bound night of television. I’m such a prole at times and wonder if its just the ordinary symptoms of intellectual laziness. Perhaps I shall read a sneaky poem or two before sleeping.