Wednesday and I am up to shower before going to have my feet coddled at the chiropodists. Before I can get underway I discover there is no power as I try to dry my hair. I check the fuse board and try a reset but with no success. Time marches on and I have to leave to get to the chiropodist. Sods law: the road I need to drive down to get out of the village is closed. The upshot is I get to my appointment slightly late. Its nice to sit back and let my self be tended to especially my feet which, although adequately self managed, are never quite so perfect after they have been done professionally. My chiropodist is a lively, chatty person who is decidedly upbeat. Today we chatted about there father’s funeral, which is tomorrow. It was strangely therapeutic discussing how it is good to celebrate peoples lives and how people find out all sorts of interesting things out about people at funerals and wakes. Apparently you can do “pick up and go” as an alternative to a funeral. We agreed that a funereal was more seemly and humane. So I end up with very happy feet, pay happily and wish my chiropodist a “as good as it can be” funereal for the next day.

I get home and cook a fried egg sandwich, drink coffee and take my meds. My jab site from Monday is still sore but I have stopped the paracetamol as it seems self indulgent not to deal with the discomfort without pain killers. Then its full speed ahead to solve my lighting circuit problem. I check the fuse in the shower light that controls the shower fan. I change the starter in the garage light and check all the bulbs. I take the shower light apart and find the securing screws falling out, so replace them and fit a new tube. The light switch plates are unscrewed and connections checked and tightened. I come to the end of my competency envelope. I check the board again but the fuse switch immediately flips to off or causes one of the protected circuits to trip. So we have power through out and lights in the main house but no lights in the extension. Our kitchen is now lit by a mains inspection lamp, with more on the way. I’ve messaged a local electrician and await a response.

My partner returns from visiting her mother with her brother and gives me a birthday present from her brother and my nieces. An unexpected pleasure at the end of a period of fruitless toil. To my delight it is a book on Calligraphy and a pen with nibs and ink. The book is tremendous as it is an instruction book on how to produce different styles of writing. I am really chuffed with it and look forward to start using it.

My final act of the working day, which is what it feels like, is to contact an electrician to get a quote and a date for the work to be done. The evening beckons and with it the England vs Spain quarter final in the euro women’s football competition. I feel an early night coming on and a chance to read some more of my current book. I had a chat with a friend today who suggested that swimming may be the way to train without putting to much strain on my system. Its a good idea and I am contemplating finding my way back to the gym.